Devotions

There are ways

through this.

Not one

but many.

All bound to fail.

And yet

and yet.

In the complex 

Gordian knot

of the Anthropocene

Our tugs

all matter.

What is good

for the land

is good.

We will find

a polychronous

and messy way

through.

The only forever

catastrophe 

is extinction.

The only

sanity

to keep untangling 

Our mess

with every choice

every breath.

To rewild

and return

Again

and again

To Gaia.