For the Feral Splendor That Remains

                                    sometimes I strain

                                         to hear one

                                             natural

                                          sound

            when gender blurs in a

         poem my world sets a

              tooth in the gear

               if god is in me

       when will I ask for

     my needs to be met

    every god is qualified

       it is not such a secret

       when I was afraid of the

            road I learned to drive

               map says name of

            your city in ocean

            line drawn to it

          towing behind

          the big party

   history of life on

      earth might be

      interesting to a

        visitor one day

 chewing parsley and

cilantro together is for

           me where forest

               meets meadow

                    in a future life

                   would we like to

                 fall in love with the

                    world as it is with

                       no recollection

                       of the beauty

                       we destroy

                             today