in the future 

our lines of descent

become ideologic

we bear forth worlds 

for the living now 

gardens in every 

remainder every lot

allelopathic exudates 

field spirits 

coarse-broken bread 

demanding resolution 

each one’s place 

in the commons of our 

shared affection 

linkages in the 

double-helix

felt sense of belonging 

well-kept and our joy

emerging in words 

that tell the story of

this cumulative decision 

to belong to, with 

even as the ground shifts

grapes grow in this 

new soil remade 

by change 

who can know

what will exist

the way we might 

imagine features or 

mannerisms reproducing 

the experience of a 

summer wide-open 

untroubled