Stranded Assets

dedicated to the lost alluvial soils of our sinking riparian zones

Industrial rust
tickled by an imperative

Not a desire

desire is a living thing
an impulse

The imperative is to justify its benighted existence

The imperative calls for justification
of its hulking reach

The impulse cocks an eyebrow
this way?
over here?

It lives, it loves
It sprouts up from a crack in the sidewalk
exultant

This is not the same kind of existence

Yet stranded asset it remains, lost

Tend me
Heal me
Love me

I will feed you
This is a dance
We dance together
We know each other
intimately

We tend we feed
each other

We don’t scale
beyond relationship

We root together
You reach sideways in glorious rhizomes
I love in rays of radiance
We return

You know me, my love
You bring gifts

I deepen and broaden
Alive with roots
Delicious and dark

When rain comes
I hold strong
Interwoven with the roots

Waiting to be seen
I am patient beyond your imagining