7

It is the habit of plants

to drink at nearest sources

it is a wet land—a wetland

slung along valleys or

spread at the ends of rivers

where we live

filled with mystery and

broken wings—Cuyahoga

on fire—Kalamazoo sinking

into a bitumen bog

condensate burning

the eyes of surface

All life hinges

upon air and water

where hinge is the way

our thinking or unthinking

swings into actions into

a world of environments

we gently or aggressively

compose—now—let’s be

hinges giving onto a world

we’ll enter carefully

the doors of other

possibilities swinging free