CLIFFS THUNDER

pa star ponders big thoughts at high tide

from the tugboat circling a distant glacier

a thick ruddy baton for paddling grapples 

swept up logs for ceremony

to form new old habitats

enough swan steps 

the vicar calls from the shoreline

archaeological ruins recovered beyond cosmos

a handful of monumental artifacts the size and shape of angelic peas

what might float away

kind hearts 

illuminating sandy flats

cave prints collected

divine fossils resurrected 

boom rang the sea ministry 

EARTH OMEGA

O great crystalline 

the end is merely the beginning

lead me lapidary to your mountains of superstition

well up your gold

bow to the bow, the riffle, the arrow 

the scrubland of charged soil, dry earth, and death

spirit medicine desert keepers

ignite a united clearing

cardinal points to community nomads

patches of elementals woven in ornate tapestries

honey calcite, himalayan quartz, jasper, copper king, slate and soaptree,

long neck cacti clusters with worshiping arms

with solid feet the barren oceans lair  

formed the final, the infinite, the everlasting

particles of us