Not Mattering to the Earth by Colette Inez

Not Mattering to the Earth

by Colette Inez

 

On the day that we die,

 crayfish do or don’t return

to their torpor, claws idled in the sand,

 bees dozing in the tattered rose or not.

 

Where frogs stop

 their perpetual wakefulness 

on pond, bog, swamp,

 we may float in the scent of lilies and moss.

 

And in the sea whose sharks begin,

 at last, to drowse under shadowy reefs, 

only to rise again,

 numbed by the cold,

 

we will join the anglerfish,

 waving long filaments of dreams 

that brush past our eyes, heavy

 with inconsequence.

Sadly, dear Colette recently passed away. I will miss her presence. She was a talented writer, a caring teacher, an attentive mentor, and a good human being.

 

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