Rumi advised me to keep my spirit up in the branches of a tree and not peek out too far, so I keep mine in the very tall willows along the irrigat… - Jim Harrison

A sonic boom crushes a baby mink's skull. We know that. Isn't it enough?

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.

Christ rose so long ago but the air
he rose through hasn't forgotten
the slight red contrail from the wounds.