Big C On Death’s Creek Healing

We live on Death’s Creek
where folks get sick. Should we leave?
Or work to heal it?

Earth Grounding Deep On Aged Limestone: Haiku

My feet rest cool on
limestone, miles deep, eons old.

I think I’m grounded.

My feet rest on stone,

miles deep, millions of years old.

I think I’m grounded.

Forget the bread for/

Sacrament? Wheat Thins are like

unleavened wafers.

old prophets’ warnings, maybe

now folks will listen.

I sewed my ripped jeans./
Not the best patch job, but my/
underwear won’t show.

Why criticize how

others worship? They’re trying

and I’m imperfect.

Think. Don’t be so quick/
to raise your hand to serve, cuz/
most really don’t care.

This is the New Year:
A time i can choose to act,
be, and feel diff’rent.

When you’re defined by /
the worst deeds you ever did,/
change your tomorrows.

When the Spirit of/

Creation meets the grandeur/

of Nature, rejoice.