snatch

i.

the unborn

who are a mighty tide of life

waiting in the now-ocean of future unfurling

beside us,

inside us

like all the ocean tides that will ever

kiss the lips of sand and foam

where life started/starts/will start

ii.

if you think it’s all going to

hell in a handbasket

imagine meeting a woman in labor

in the middle of the sidewalk,

water broken,

bellowing – if we didn’t

know she was in labor

we’d just think she was crazy,

going to hell

in a handbasket even

iii.

instead, trust

that all is somehow well

that we are breaking open

into something capable of carrying on

life

iv.

wombs,

handbaskets,

houses,

tides:

the world, which is a woman, earthen, holy,

dynamic, nurturer, nest, cavern, wholeness

the earth-world

mound magma gyre pyre pyrenees

plankton skeleton algae guano

tornado hive

is making more life in the snatch

womb basket house tide

ladle

kangaroopouch

of possibility

v.

remember to stand

close to the teacher

(who’s channeling the future unborn

laden with advice)

as we learn to weave

(how life weaves)

and listen, and

for the sake of life, of earth

do as she guides us

pick up the floss, the straw, the branch

and flex it through, connect, and flex;

weaving things back

together

again