misty rain forests of Treaty 9
reconciling for the mines -
to have lasers shot into my eyes
three miracles of the time:
flight made simple and
forgiveness of skin and
sight restored...
I'm a believer
in technologies
and the way we use them
to love,
to survive,
to pay attention
from screen to trees
and back again,
eyes open.
it's a wild time to be alive...
leaning into life,
learning love from yours.
dressing up
and playing pretend
made me more real
than when I was taught to
dress like
us.
dressing down
and unveiling desire
made us more free
than when I was taught to
conceal
me.
but you're so afraid of make believe,
lest it make you believe
you were wrong all along,
lest magic is as real as the real world and
costumes reveal our truth -
our bodies are launchers of the spirit and
consumers of life as gift and miracle of chance,
eyes open,
I believe.
but you're so afraid.
you told me my body was broken
but brilliance is unfolding in my skin...
I see it by watching what others do with theirs,
eyes open.
"participate in kindness and colour and tools for one another" -
modern day parables,
we are.
wisdom of the ages
reconfigured in our fingers
and our fiery wirey brains,
evolving.
they thought technology would steal our hearts
but here they are still beating,
still offering me rides to my surgery and
shawarma and electrolytes when I can't make myself food.
when I can't see
but you are my
eyes open.
the technology of kindness.
I think I landed here
by chance and choice and
I think I took off
because I was born with
arms that admire wings and
legs that can swim forever and
can't help but move with the planet and
its mighty interesting offerings.
from screen to trees,
eyes open.
it's a wild time to be alive...
lean into life.
