yesyesyesyesyesyesyes

                                                                                                                                              it is possible to wake
                                                                                                                        from troubled dreams a cloak
                                                                                                                       of slowness sticking to you
                                                                                                          as you attend to the motions
                                                                                                                 of living and find that
                                                                                                  weighted as you are birds
                                                                                           are as light as ever landing
                                                                                  on tender twigends swifting
                                                                           from tendril to grassseed to
                                                   pinetip trajecting over the humanbuilt
                                                               world to destinations beyond
                                                              your limited vision and yet
                                                             still feel a lingering ghost
                                                                  of disquiet mingling
                                                       strangely with wonder
                                                     like a breath breathed
                                              by lungs turned inside
                                                out and to move on
                               through the arc of another
                          day with an engine of yes
                        not as an affirmation but
as a question

   


Rae Diamond is a neurodivergent interdisciplinary artist, educator, editor, and environmentalist on Steh-Chass land (Olympia, WA). They are the author and artist of floating bones (First Matter Press), the author of the eco-fabulist Cantigee Oracle (North Atlantic Books), and will continue to develop their next book as a resident at Bunnell Arts Center in Homer, Alaska in November 2026. Rae founded and directs the Long Tone Choir, teaches Qigong and nature-inspired writing workshops, and draws silly monsters. Rae has previously appeared in ptrichor twenty-two.   WEB   SUBSTACK
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