Ecosystem v2

Bryson Creek

There are dragonflies

In my earliest memories

There are no clever thoughts

No grand ambitions

Only their loud hum

In the heat of summer

The taste of sweat

Upon my tongue

The feel of damp

On my neck

The river is near

Giving and taking

Sleeping then waking

Frothy then serene

The mountain is near

Giving not taking

Bending and breaking

Its peak still unseen

There is my mother

Provider of food and love

There is my father

Before me and not above

We are of here

This valley

This land

We are from here

Our family

Our band

All I know

Is nearby

Or at least as

The bird flies

The river knew my name

When I was baptized in it

The mountain knew my name

When I walked upon it

I became of here

In my crib

As the wind blew

Through it

I cannot forget

The hum

Of horseflies

Nor the pain

Of their bite

Nor the pull

Of the river’s current

It’s inhuman might

It all escalates outward

It all internalizes inward

The river takes me elsewhere

The mountain fades from view

When I am motionless

I can hear the dragonflies

Humming there still

When I am motionless

The river carries me there

Once again

The mountain’s peak

Still out of view

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Ecosystem

There are dragonflies

In my earliest memories

There are no clever thoughts

There are no grand ambitions

Only their loud hum

Only the heat of summer

Only the taste of sweat

Only the feel of damp

The river is near

Giving and taking

Sleeping then waking

Frothy then serene

The mountain is near

Giving not taking

Bending and breaking

Its peak still unseen

There is my mother

Provider of food and love

There is my father

Before me and not above

We are of here

This valley

This land

We are from here

Our family

Our band

All I know

Is nearby

Or at least as

The bird flies

The river knew my name

When I was baptized in it

The mountain knew my name

When I pissed upon it

I became of here

In my crib

As the wind blew

Through it

I cannot forget

The hum

Of horseflies

Nor the pain

Of their bite

Nor the pull

Of the river’s current

It’s inhuman might

It all escalates outward

It all internalizes inward

The river takes me elsewhere

The mountain fades from view

When I am motionless

I can hear the dragonflies

Humming there still

When I am motionless

The river carries me there

Once again

The mountain’s peak

Still out of view

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

July 16 and 17 1999(Man is man no longer)

Time of death 6:47

Body is warm but eyes are empty

Medic closes them

It is 20 years ago

We are in the woods (woods not now)

Behind the mountain (mountain even now)

It is sunny but cold

There is a foundation of a house (house not even then)

There are rusty ancient tools (tools still in some form)

‘This is a time and place to recall’

Time and place recalled correctly clearly

Medics move quickly

Arrangements made long ago

Fires will burn hot clean permanent

There is a deer close to the foundation(deer probably not now)

Deer ponders green on forest floor(green still green each spring)

We are appraised as no danger

‘Some are moments to cherish’

Moment indeed moment is cherished

Medics leave dark of night seems darker

Phone rings condolences are given support offered

Declined but appreciated grief unmassaged by words or actions

Stream runs cold and strong(stream still stream now)

Next to the water bug is eaten by a green frog(bug not bug in a moment)

Frog hops away happy with achievement

‘All thing are connected’

Coffee in the morning mind distant and unclear

No tears shed but mind is tired

TV hums in background talks of plane crash in ocean

Young couples fate not known worst suspected

Heat of day approaches soon food crowds kitchen

Recently delivered made with care

Day passes quickly thoughts of varied topics

Distractions are fleeting but happen none the less

Objects flood memories good bad neither

Formalities will come soon after(Already man is man no longer)

For my father 1938-1999

Gene G. McLaughlin 2003