The Sun appeared this morning for Seth, Great of Strength.
This is the first year in six that we’ve been overrun with grasshoppers.
What I can’t fathom is the variety of shades -
Tiny electric green ones,
Odious orange and yellow-bodied ones,
Sturdy brown and blackish ones that look
Too comfortable sunning themselves in the jade.
Are they all the same one?
Do they have the power of camouflage?
Brian's theory is that it's a
Cicada year and they’re running the same program.
The reason we do ritual is that I can remember
Last August and my
Shiver of surprise that
Seth gave me a direct invitation.
I turned it down, I think.
Afraid.
Because he is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction.
Why am I ever the chosen of the destroyer gods?
I will always remember the
High Priestess mocking me
After ordination:
“Sekhmet Sekhmet Kali Kali,”
She sneered,
Her face twisted in derision.
Some Priestess.
I knew that she simply did not see
The beauty I see
In the scourge.
But Seth is the very Devil!
A face like a hammer and ears so long and thin
They look like chopsticks poked straight up in rice,
A faux pas everyone in Asia cautioned me against
Lest I curse myself.
Seth, the red-haired, red-skinned god of the foreigners.
I love him.
Oh, why do I always love the Devil!
Have you seen the Egyptian aardvark?
Cute as hell,
Snorting up ants like they’re
Lines of cocaine and chewing them
With its stomach.
The best smellers in the animal kingdom,
That narrow snout is lined with
Olfactory epithelium.
So much, so much I love the Devil.
I burned Dragon’s Blood and
Arrayed Seth with
Yarrow, Tarweed.
I drank too much coffee and had a
Very productive day.
I pressed my agenda on
Everybody.
I clipped out half the overgrown dwarf
Of a Lemon tree.
I was overzealous and accidentally
Cut into the sage.
That hurts to recount.
Chaos, destruction.
The NPR piece
About the climate gap
Made me feel hopeless about
These my small efforts.
My son is learning about the climate business in school.
His behavior this week has been especially awful.
I say to him, “No matter what they tell you,
You have to have HOPE!”
We reference previous extinction events.
Something always survives the scourge.
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