Praxis

The space,

fluid and dynamic,

where water and earth

conspire

to rearrange each other

intimately, lovingly?, cooperatively

in their separate powers

wielded like hand-holding adventures

and affairs.

One cradles.

One caresses.

Water crawls and scoops

Collecting

not only itself

but earth, too,

scattering what it devours

within its own

concealed body

of blood particles

while inscribing the jacket

of its co-authored text.

Land restrains.

It doesn’t tolerate

freedom

in form or function

giving arc to a narrative

told,

unfolded,

spun and scattered

by ebb and flow

inhale and exhale

of earth’s

praxis

not co-opted

by theories

of economy.

Done