Saturday, June 03, 2023

Poem for Friday and Northwest Folk Festival

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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