Oh! the transition from Queer Intimacy with southern Place to Queer Intimacy with northern Place. This post is an ode to my Texas landscape, escape, adventure. A nod of love to the animals, books, plants, friends, family who have made these two months damn rich practice and helped me queer up the urban wilds. Thank you for listening.
When Some [queer/place/plant/being] Deeply Listens to You by John Fox (queered by EOD)
As some queer
some place
some plant
some being
deeply listens to you
your dented cup
owned since childhood
fills up with
cold, fresh water.
When water balances on top of brim,
you are understood.
When it overflows down your skin,
You are loved.
When queers
places
plants
beings
deeply listen to you,
the room where you stay
starts a new life
and the square, dark space where you wrote
your first poem
begins to glow in your mind’s eye
bright as fields of gold grass, your southern winter pleasure.
When queer,
place,
plant,
being
deeply listens to you,
your bare feet tap dance on the earth
and this beloved land that seemed distant
is now at home within you.
A wild, gentle horsed-up beast I visited almost daily during two months of Texas-ing