This morning I choose
my beloved I choose the
four cats and the sweet
wise old dog and the
marauder moose pup I choose
12 days of Christmas I choose
lighting the lights I choose
the depth of Kwanzaa and the
Native ways I choose the
wisdom of Hanukkah and the
lesson of St. Lucia I choose
A transformation of our global
conscious awareness
of the simple hard reality of
cause and effect of the
grave place we are in as a
people we are in as a
species no room left as the
land no time left I choose
small and large things we can manage to somehow
Enact in our global choices.
I choose my
three inestimable grown ones
and their partners all once
mere babes in my devoted arms or
struggling middle schoolers now
glorious and grown their
struggles no longer mine each
life a ripening wild rose
health for my body I choose
embracing this season I choose
oatmeal with grated Apple I choose
steaming global radiation dissolving Miso in a cup I choose
sitting by the windows watching
lives of the birds feeding as they come and go with their
clutches of adolescents I choose
early this morning I choose
the life I awaken to I choose
the Earth's environment I wake to I choose
The illimitable Sun as it
strays in it's orbit as our
Earth does turn and the
light does come splashing
BRASH , like a dancer
up over the range and
SPILLS down the mountain and
flashes into the conservation field and
rears its obdurate head as it
crashes to the river and
far far far beyond
Day after day after day
Sometimes it's not the
easiest thing to
be here
Ant, Oak, Bear
or your sweet self
but today, precious life
I choose this
my beloved I choose the
four cats and the sweet
wise old dog and the
marauder moose pup I choose
12 days of Christmas I choose
lighting the lights I choose
the depth of Kwanzaa and the
Native ways I choose the
wisdom of Hanukkah and the
lesson of St. Lucia I choose
A transformation of our global
conscious awareness
of the simple hard reality of
cause and effect of the
grave place we are in as a
people we are in as a
species no room left as the
land no time left I choose
small and large things we can manage to somehow
Enact in our global choices.
I choose my
three inestimable grown ones
and their partners all once
mere babes in my devoted arms or
struggling middle schoolers now
glorious and grown their
struggles no longer mine each
life a ripening wild rose
health for my body I choose
embracing this season I choose
oatmeal with grated Apple I choose
steaming global radiation dissolving Miso in a cup I choose
sitting by the windows watching
lives of the birds feeding as they come and go with their
clutches of adolescents I choose
early this morning I choose
the life I awaken to I choose
the Earth's environment I wake to I choose
The illimitable Sun as it
strays in it's orbit as our
Earth does turn and the
light does come splashing
BRASH , like a dancer
up over the range and
SPILLS down the mountain and
flashes into the conservation field and
rears its obdurate head as it
crashes to the river and
far far far beyond
Day after day after day
Sometimes it's not the
easiest thing to
be here
Ant, Oak, Bear
or your sweet self
but today, precious life
I choose this
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