...reach the place of peace, the satisfaction of stilling the functions of the mind...
- Dhammapada 25.368
Last night,
looked at
float copper
from Keweenaw -
imagined it
adrift in glacial soil.
Does metal
find water,
live with stones,
or wind as metal can,
riverine in miniature, a rill?
Still,
that's only part of the story.
Great Lakes copper's been
panned, sifted,
mined,
refined,
sacked, looted,
bagged, boxed,
weighed.
Assayed
specimens
were
traded before,
during,
and
after even
ancient wars.
Redder than
we've been led
to believe,
this metal,
this stolen
sun
under us,
hidden
once
and still
in a stream
of dirt.
- Dhammapada 25.368
Last night,
looked at
float copper
from Keweenaw -
imagined it
adrift in glacial soil.
Does metal
find water,
live with stones,
or wind as metal can,
riverine in miniature, a rill?
Still,
that's only part of the story.
Great Lakes copper's been
panned, sifted,
mined,
refined,
sacked, looted,
bagged, boxed,
weighed.
Assayed
specimens
were
traded before,
during,
and
after even
ancient wars.
Redder than
we've been led
to believe,
this metal,
this stolen
sun
under us,
hidden
once
and still
in a stream
of dirt.
