Our
Shared
Geography


At the 
tree line
my fifteenth 
grandmother
finds this 
poem and 
puts it in 
her apron
pocket

the old path
appears and 
disappears 
below her 
singing

the scent
of wildness
is everywhere

What more 
could I ask
from her
than this 
lovely way 
down the 
mountain


**


The Sky
Tonight


Every sky 
that we 
have lived
under
enters the 
ground in 
the same 
way that 
rain does

far below us 
is an ancient 
aquifer  
of skies

The
birthing sky 
over 
Mother 
Africa

The
clay
tablet sky 
over 
Babylon

The
heavy
star sky
of animals

The white
rigid sky 
of Colonialism

The
lost sky 
over an
almost
sinking 
boat of 
Refugees 

The living
earth sky 

The brutal
murderous sky 

Each sky
seems far 
below us
but each sky
can find
its own way  
back above us

sometimes
overnight


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Beau Beausoleil is a poet and activist based in San Francisco, California. His most recent publication is a free ebook called War News, published by Agitate! Journal.