I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh, I don’t recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago.

Honey,
your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination,
so who on Earth were you conversing with a few minutes ago?

I was in the backyard
talking with the trees,
and the extended family question just came up.

Honey,
when you take your morning meds,
and then go out to your sit spot
and talk to the trees…

Yes?

Would you do me a favor?

What’s that?

Would you listen more,
and invoke curses against climate hate-mongerers
and malingerers
less?
You scare our more pedestrian neighbors.

But I was listening.
The trees were talking
in their windbown surfing voices
of autumn colored breeze
swaying like Green Fairy SkyWoman

Blessing each falling leaf
spinning tales
revolving moral compasses
drifting from win to lose
coming to rest where they first gave birth,

Blessed by Grandmother Moon’s ultra-violet rhythms
lights
and dual dark dilemmas,
mystery,
everyday awe
expecting sacred wonder.

Oh, well then,
I was wondering why you were so quiet out there…
So, what’s your plan for today?

I thought I might plant more trees.

Want some company?

If we both listen more,
and ask impatient questions less.

Planting already faithful saplings
or merely hopeful seeds
of co-relationship?

Depends on how long we care to be remembered
for our civil kindness,
green cooperative intent,
revolutionary winning trees and winning people values
norms
voices natural and spiritual
bilaterally spinning democratic energy,
healthy merits and unhealthy demerits,
regenerative plantings more than degenerate uprootings,
climate health supplanting wealth of disease,
unease,
dissonant disassociating trees.

Dearest,
I’m having trouble following some of your connections.
Do you think that’s the THC
or Holy Cooperative Spirit whispering?

Yes, love.