Conversation with the Queen

Consider me a forest.

I am many grown,

Not just tree.

I am animal & leaf–

That which you do & cannot see.

I am sky, ground

Endlessly bound,

In the vast life you register now.

No force

Greater than the other,

Different strengths–

Sisters & brothers,

Mother-to-mother,

Platoni-covered,

And there’s others.

Of them all,

I personally prefer

Lover.

Naked slumber

Ah, playful wonder,

The orchestra of thunder.

There’s a flash, bear witness

A bolt

Jolt

Luminescence thrown

A split hold–

Breath, as Darkness willfully bows

Arrow sails & hits home...

Composure moans.

The sound, alone

Straddles and sits upon its throne.

Absolute watchfulness

You feel it, you wait for it--

Moments, seconds

Caressing

Yes. You’ve guessed it–

Judge correctly,

No suppressing.

Tell me…

If sex shouldn’t be around

Why

Does the Earth, then

Rumble song-proud

Electric ecstasy profound,

The tallest pine, reaching as high

Into the clouds.

Ah, yes–and the cloud.

Of which Lightning comes out..

The elegant recipe, listen carefully,

For lack of better term, dirty–

Only by rain, debris, & synchronized turning

Are the conditions perfectly worthy,

Does the most seasoned wooden being

Earn tallest canopy-keep.

A connection quite electrifying

If you ask me…

As natural as seasons be,

Old to new, and new to firm

Lighting can kill, scar, & burn.

For Power plays Tower first.

Regardless the fire started,

California claims the mark–

For her forests are starved.

They’ve evolved a taste, the art

Of a fire-loving heart!

Pay heed to each, varying degrees.

Ponderosa fancies a tickle, some smolder.

Meanwhile Yellowstone craves the inferno.

Look closer, get to know her–

‘Rosa’s frequent, but Ellas' patient for explosion.

Only every 100 years will you see them shine golden.

Ever so insulting,

Reduce a forest to this singular moment!

Parts survive, and what needs to, dies.

Certain animals flee or hide, while

Heat-treated pinecones open under canopy-cleared sun-bright.

The forest floor picked clean,

The conditions for a new seed–

Sublime.

Through creative destruction,

Was the way made for new life.

In the elegant waltz of entropy,

An intimate relation with fire.

Painful & beautiful, necessary alike.

The forest grows back in her own time.

Now, where it’s marred...

When the forest pushed too far–

Aches for change, pilifered dead weight hangs

As kindling takes all the space.

Rosa needs it frequent, but is forced to wait.

Then, her desire comes, and she cannot help her parts..

Ignited easily, dry bushes & logs,

Instead of smoky roasting, Rosa’s fueled hot–

For what shouldn’t be, ‘neath old growth trees,

Bushes that catch all too easily.

Ladder fuel the base to branch,

Now the living parts of trees don’t stand a chance!

Neither does what lives in them.

Instead of symphony, Rosa screams,

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

For the forest, nor the fire, could help

What the uneducated, miscalculated bring,

Outside the dreams of In-Between

into All-Or-Nothing Hell.

Now, because Rosa’s in pain, obviously

People scared, shielding Ellas from fear they’ll leave…

But they won’t. They need

Space to breathe.

And so, too tightly they keep

Fire from them, postponing

Their ever-mighty indulgent, heat-release.

Ellastone still exploding…

Not in matter but in molding,

Parts stale and touched coldly.

Now,

The big blue Sky,

Which hugs and covers the lows and high

Altitudes, give Hawk-sight.

The Forest calls to her Lovers eye

To which, clouds form and guide

Their way to deliver sweet euphoria

Under the guise of light.

Storm clouds clear the inexperienced,

Until only those whom know, how

Precious & mysterious, this moment,

They’re about to experience.

Clouds shudder, building momentum,

Expert find, instant charge–

Lighting current at large.

A terrifying shock

To all those, not here, but dark,

They fear for what’s coming for them…

NOT.

Simply-- wrong.

The Sky isn’t answering their call, but that

Heart-to-heart,

That which only talks to Stars.

The Sky doesn’t care for nuance,

The Sky cares for healthy and counterparts.

‘Reciprocate, believe’, they speak.

Gusts and swirling, the sense of something coming…

We comprehend, precious carbon-based we,

For hurried wind is shared speech–

How excited they be,

A dance destined for eternity.

Prehensile only by enlightening,

The sensation is real,

Close your eyes.

Breathe deep.

Feel.

A zap-treatment

United beseeching–

The elements call to each other freely...

You’ll see, inevitably

Earth is in love. All-arounding.

A different relationship requires different understanding.

No greater than the other,

Human children, Earth mother

She keeps us safe.

And we can continue to play games,

Delay conversation & head-way…

Chaos will take place

Just as levees break

Drip trickle, outpour

As we shouldn’t have ever choked its core.

Earth isn’t indebted, we to HER.

She’s no store, commercial, customer service?

She’ll poison. Chew us slowly.

Give every chance of warning.

To the scene of us pleading,

She’ll laugh. Stoldly, smug, cold, and boldly

“Like my rainforests and my oceans?

My sweet human beings,

Have you, regrettably,

Mistaken I bore– you came from me.

As dusk to dawn, and

Natural wonder ceases to spawn,

Resources bleed,

Greed compounds, little ones.

You took. No offerings done,

Not a ‘thanks’, grateful-fake,

Well then. Here’s today–

Loans of time, with interest gained.

You think yourselves KING.

With the rise, comes the fall–

My legacy.

Personally, I dislike staunch royalty,

A bit too high-and-mightily..

And you forget–

The Sacred Debt,

Taken, left blank, what stolen and spent?

The foundation of any living basis–

You can only give if you get.

So much have so little of you kept,

And withheld from the rest.

Long have you comfortably slept...

If growth is natural, no checks,

Then consider balance--

the Blade,

The point of inevitable end.”

With so, our Mistress demands

Ransom for the blood; spent and damned–

Some day, she’ll have enough.

One-to-infinity, Helen erupts

To remind us, yes,

Even gods return to dust.

N.Vs

I.9.2022