New Moon   June 15, 2026‍

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In spring mountains, alone, I set out to find you.

           —Tu Fu (translation by David Hinton)

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Kelp encircles

East, South & West

Forests garland

North to permafrost & ice

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In the beginningless now

A soft hummock of baby rabbits nurse

Under the wind music of river birch

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She receives a bowl of red glaze

Full of goodwill from an artist in debt

Giver, receiver & gift snared

In the tangle of human filament

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Outside, our star yearns last year’s cilantro gardens to seed

Forming a bowing constellation of umbels, crowns of tiny flowers

That sift microns of pollen earthward as a chef might decorate dessert

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Slant light of morning, white hair of primordial time

Shows up rainbow webs turntabling in subtle currents

& a host of near-invisible pollinators, essential workers

Floating fore & aft of poly-hued strawflower comets

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Are we a place, a collective, a process

An accident, albatross or witness-participant

How do we show up for all our relations

Within this vainglorious moment?