Pond Song 4.38

… freedom is given in the between as a space of porosity . . . G&B 253

3 quick thin notes descending__so where have the peeps been

white shadows in the shallows__Tao not the Mandate of Heaven

one nation built on the black backs of slaves__clover slows me as I pass

a block away their bones reburied__cornflowers fade in drying grass

Agapeic reserve will not quickly cross our minds as power.

G&B 253

do not expect much out here__pewter nickel aluminum

low clouds break on the pond__nothing had to be or become

goldenrod stains the other side__cut-out gulls dangle high

overhead veer away seaward__something excessive in that cry

Coming to be is hyerbolic happening. . . . It is extremely difficult to think in this huper dimension on the other side of determinate beings.” GOD AND THE BETWEEN, 249

I wander these return__goldenrod over the beach rose
hot ripe smell of August__a part of what it knows

in the pond’s shallow middle__the placid upright egret
holds to the emptiness__Li Po’s decreative fit

The finitely dynamic does not arise from the static but from a more primordial energeia. G&B 248

helicopter Sunday__idiotic drone

behold our algae bloom__sent from an iPhone

ducks sleep round rocks__thought returns to things

watch the flow of your thought flow__watch for openings

Creation names a tense doubleness in affirming both absoluteness and relatedness. G&B 253

this Sunday this finite whole__this pond with seamless clouds

mudflats shine at low tide__in the meanders crows

in the vast gray an egret__pale body stretched out

low over the shallows__white exceptions shout

silently Li Po’s presence__nothing’s doing wu-wei

a beach rose shelters a beetle__rain is on the way