“There is a sorrow on the air
I taste
but cannot name.”
Nickole Brown

We are a conspiring sour in the air,
a wonder through perspiring space and time,
I taste
but cannot name
and fear to swallow.

We work and flirt with homelessness
for extended family Earthlings,
street people
nestless birds
forestless bears
airless eagles
sightless patriots.

My health goal is not,
as is, perhaps, your wealth homing instinct,
to end homelessness
but to re-begin paradise,
to renew robustly loving global nests
breasts
breaths
deaths for natural spiritual causes.

Which invites cooperating ownership of sour smells
supporting personal and political authority
to raise responsible robust future history
real-time regenerators
playing WinWin eco/theological games

Cooperatively loving challenged smells of climate opportunity
and awesome weathered sights
of future Earthless risk
of competing homelessness
where cooperative governors dwell
within social sanctuary development
we cannot name
so fear to swallow.