The hagazussa doesn't
sit on the fence, anymore: the wall is down between
wilderness and town. Walking through kicking up dust in a mind
dislodging
bits of gritty recollections. Tall weeds lean over a path you
created, Vincent.
Weeds
are the earth’s
congregation, stones its altar, sands are the tolling of
its stratigraphic clock. The global is where my home circulates
with all other
places in "the thin outer
veneer of our planet from the top of the tree canopy
to the bottom of our drinking water
aquifers
that support all human activity."
The gate, has
burned down.
The
door
is
no more
The hahazussa: "As
late as the Middle Ages, the witch was still the hagazussa,
a being that sat on the Hag, the fence, which...separated
the village from the wilderness." H.P. Duerr, Dreamtime:
Concerning the Boundary between Wilderness and Civilization.
Oxford, UK, 1985.
the thin: S.A. Banwart, et al., "Executive
Summary," Sustaining Earth's Critical
Zone. The University of Sheffield, UK, 2013.
(slightly altered.)
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