That we ever thought we knew --
through careful planning, rational inquiry,
charting maps and obsessing over grids --
the scar in the landscape.
Climbing, stumbling along pockmarked pathways
pivoting around to glimpse
the edge of town. And buildings torn down.

A spectre surrounds us -- the sensation of
an unmistakable confusion, an indescribable perception.
Approaching in a clearing
fragmented limbs and eroded hillsides.

In our era of privatization, enclosure and extraction, might the monocultural tree stand share kinship with the suburban-style big box plaza?
Res communis becomes increasingly politicized terrain.

In our era of humanity-as-geological force -- of an acculturated cult of division and dominion over nature -- environmental violence is actively imposed upon space, place, resources, labor and the body. Ecological struggle merges / intersects / overlaps with issues of racism, imperialism, indigenous sovereignty, and labor rights.
There is latent power in these entanglements -- potential alliances of diverse perspectives, experiences, communities, subjectivities and politics.
A shared commons to be produced through (and emerge beyond) competing claims and contradictions. Could such a re-worlding yield new models of sustainability, both in terms of ecology and democracy?

Descending through mist and rain
finding questions, then
a new clearing -- to see that scars on land
are mirrored in the poisoned well,
in the exploited worker,
in the dispossessed tribes,
and that the wound
is man's collective creation.

Fleeing in the dark, searching for
the wildness in our own bodies.