Each morning is all mornings.
The oak tree’s shadow is the messiah.
The elephant shrew and the supernova are equals.
The Honda Accord is as natural as the Grand Canyon.
The skin is a temporary boundary, and so is the planet’s surface.
The swallowtail butterfly is a savant.
Logic is delirious love.
Taste, sight, hearing, smell, and touch are gods and goddesses being born again and again.
The bat-eared fox is a razor-backed musk turtle.
Jubilation is an ecologically sound strategy.
No one knows how to sing the end of time because there is no end of time.
The mistral and monsoon teach psychospiritual ceremonies.
Forgiveness is the scent of ozone rising from a scorched prairie.
The critically endangered ivory-billed woodpecker is a forgotten birthday.
The vulnerable arctic wolf is emancipated from sin.
Wonder is a crafty pilgrimage plundered from the resurrected memories of our great-great-granddaughters.
Purity is a sacrilegious vortex of panic.
The cracked smartphone screen is a map of the lightning that birthed the first protein.
Listening is the apotheosis of arrogance.
Our serpent thoughts keep us linked to original mirth.
Awe is bloody and lucky.
Flesh and blood and nerve are future rituals that are not yet fully discovered.
The algorithm is a fossilized prayer for an apocalypse that will never arrive.
The bumblebee redeems our unfertilized prophecies.
The mayfly’s heartbeat helps conduct the orchestra of gravity.
Moss remembers what the sun’s radiance murmurs before it becomes light.
A single raindrop contains a record of all possible migrations of monarch butterflies.