Ask me differently
what counts
Four were asked what they were worth Water Dandelion Air and Soil None answered in numbers
June longest light gauge still counts what’s taken out— not what keeps giving
Long gone to seed you read only toxins and loss— the fell beck doesn’t know.
Harvest fruit budding you measure what I carry in my breath— blossom already lost
Daylight stretching long you count what leaves by truck— not composting becoming life
Notes
Inspired by: How to write a compelling climate haiku (Sam Illingworth) /// Angels in the Machine (Martin Shaw) /// Ways of Being. (James Bridle)
In Western haiku, the em dash (—) serves as a "cutting word" to create a distinct pause, shift, or contrast between two contrasting ideas. You might like to re-read.
What are those you would ask telling us differently?