In a forest with a Restoration Program Manager, there's no Old Growth Wisdom,
but a rusty barbed wire fence leaning into itself: What am I looking for now? On
a hillside, three young deer stand stock-still, trying to place me into their world.

This would mean rethinking the idea of progress, retrogressing,
discovering a different way of experiencing the passage of time.

But I have lost the lift in my legs, and my head can no longer support the sway
of antlers, fox spirit, or coyote speak, tricksters of the "disruptive imagination."

Not birds
           but winged humans
                                          were soaring
                                                            in Leonardo's dreams.

Tall weeds and yellow leaves, the ground is soft but not muddy. A man speaks
into his phone: “I'll talk to you later. I’m disturbing someone walking up ahead.”

 

 

 

This would mean: B. Latour, Facing Gaia: Eight Lectures on the New Climatic Regime. Cambridge UK, 2017. Slightly altered.
disruptive imagination: T.F. Thornton and Y. Malhi, “The Trickster in the Anthropocene.” The Anthropocene Review No.3, 2016.