World
By A.R. Ammons
Breakers at high tide shoot
spray over the jetty boulders
that collects in shallow chips, depressions,
evening the surface to run-off level:
of these possible worlds of held water,
most can't outlast the interim tideless
drought, so are clear, sterile, encased with
salt: one in particular, though, a hole,
providing depth with little surface,
keeps water through the hottest day:
a slime of green algae extends into that
tiny sea, and animals tiny enough to be in a
world there breed and dart and breathe and
die: so we are here in this plant-created oxygen,
drinking this sweet rain, consuming this green.
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Friday was yet another gorgeous day in the Seattle area. I spent the morning arranging beads on my new bead holder, which used to be the bottom of a metal lampshade and is now shaped like a tree, then I spent an hour attending (via Zoom) Vienna Teng's extremely interesting and enjoyable Climate Action Workshop, during which she shared strategies for community and civic engagement and even sang a couple of songs!
We walked to the beach in the afternoon -- not many ducks today but the eagles and herons were out -- then had seafood (real for him, plant-based for me) for dinner and watched Shazam: Fury of the Gods, which is poorly paced and can't always decide whether it's made for kids or adults but Helen Mirren chews the scenery like she fell in from a Shakespeare film and it has good cameos. From the Northwest Folklife Festival last weekend:
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