Monday, January 6, 2014

Broadcast #3 - The frozen tundra. 0 degrees.





Broadcast 2. Live inside the main house, having had to abandon ship for warmer habitation. 


Outdoor temp 0 F.
Indoor temp 30 F 
Even with sections open clear to the sky, sails having torn free
In the windstorm of early December. 


A trudge through icy landscrape

Reveals

1/2" layers of ice
Creak creak CRACK pop
Under my weight
Deceptive in their woodenness

Reveals
Mud for miles
(Mud for acres.
Muddy Acres)
Under the ice

The crescent moon
Palpable
Growing
Serene against blue
Camouflaged in wisps of cloud

Boom boom boom boom

The persistent beat of a living earth
Under my boots

Pop POW pop POW POW pop

The violent flapping of the MotherEarthship's white sails
Someone's ready to set sail
Time to push off to sea

Full throttle ahead
Against a blanket of icebergs

Baby don't run aground

ALL HANDS ON DECK
SHE IS SETTING SAIL.


(the MotherEarthship sets sail)

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