I live above a couple
farming bamboo in their flat,
I pray they’re not successful.
Rapidly growing aggressive members of
tribe Bambuseae are known to impale from below.
The fastest can grow nearly three feet a day
(that’s 90 cm for you smarter people).
My bed is low, my mattress is thin,
the odds – they shift daily.
© Chagall ∞
In my backyard, the sunlight that shines there
is mine.
© Chagall ∞
Lost high atop clouds
Below rich colored soils
Rock, sand, silt, and clay
Angular, blocky
Mother’s rich in organics
Endless horizons
Infiltrate the ground
Seep red from leaching iron
More dense than porous
Root to me firmly
Here in the space of no air
Within the solid
© Chagall ∞
Petite organisms traipse ever so tipsily
o’er the photosynthetic landscapes of leaves
on yonder trees and nearby yews, everyone’s doing
the tango, the tangle of photons, lip-locked organelles,
dancing to Miles’s Solar.
© Chagall ∞
Peculiar droplets
Promise me that you’ll grow strong
The pour of spring rain
© Chagall ∞
The bug in the berry was
surprisingly deliciously
salty.
© Chagall 2016
Roots rained on the ground
white birch stands poured on the ridge
both slurp moist earth soup
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 