I’ve got my windows open in my house now. My kid and I keep seeing a hawk who lives in or at least visits one of the trees behind our house in the morning. The hawk’s voice sounds like a seagull, surprising and nothing like we thought it would sound like. Curious. How many things are surprising because of their incongruence with our assumptions or opinions? Anything surprise you into changing your opinions lately?
Here’s a poem for you.
How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This
by Hanif Abdurraqib
dear reader, with our heels digging into the good
mud at a swamp’s edge, you might tell me something
about the dandelion & how it is not a flower itself
but a plant made up of several small flowers at its crown
& lord knows I have been called by what I look like
more than I have been called by what I actually am &
I wish to return the favor for the purpose of this
exercise. which, too, is an attempt at fashioning
something pretty out of seeds refusing to make anything
worthwhile of their burial. size me up & skip whatever semantics arrive
to the tongue first. say: that boy he look like a hollowed-out grandfather
clock. he look like a million-dollar god with a two-cent
heaven. like all it takes is one kiss & before morning,
you could scatter his whole mind across a field.
“There is such an urgency in the multitude of crises we face, it can make it hard to remember that in fact it is urgency thinking (urgent constant unsustainable growth) that got us to this point, and that our potential success lies in doing deep, slow, intentional work.”