Wild Onions

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field...I'll meet you there.         



Greeting the sun, we touch the screens
on our phones to locate our bodies,
check pockets for don't-leave-home-without-it devices,
eyes enthralled by machines that conjure faces, other places,

others' homes.

In the twittering, 24-7 texting,
networked clouds of virtual connection,
where do we hit pause?
When do we ask…

Who may suffer for our pleasure?
Who sweats black tears to craft
our treasures? Whose lives are made
more beautiful by technological wonders?

 Out beyond the zeros and ones,
there is a real

field. Meet me there, and we will fill
our pockets with acorns and rocks
and stories, listen to night critters and ache
for the fragrance of wild ginger and
onion flowers.⁠

1 This quote from a Rumi poem was cited in the book, McKenzie, Marcia et al., eds. Fields of Green: Restorying Culture, Environment, and Education. Cresskill, NJ: Hampton Press, 2009. Print.
2 This line is for Alexy Lanza.