Practical Water

Enchanted Twig

E N C H A N T E D T W I G Sunlight tosses the small grasses its brain method. Once it gave us a dynamic hurt but we’ve gotten over it. Wobbly jay: the aspen is see-thru today, waiting for the Ice Age, & alphabets appear in every stem of it, tail shaking to a y not far from ecstasy. The diverted creek sounds sad so maybe i better take our dowsing stick out to the field, for our y will pull & find buried water. With twig lines on our face & humming. With up & down for the world needs a water-finding stick for bringing wrecked water sideways beneath blue mist— For water wants to be equal. Water wants to be equal & the world needs women with sticks & dusk husks, since they have taken the husks of damselflies when they straightened the creek, when the golf course needed its tight white globals (though the cowbird’s yellow beanie eye will survive the terrible pocked ball)— Where there is a break in the fence near sweet horses we will skip through & hold down our stick in a shiny chipping field, cabbage white butterflies in pairs, pennyroyal— Diet Pepsi plastic on its side & to the diverted creek & old creek bed 7 say Meet this dowsing wand Come in— Mist rose this morning as i crossed the field; heard the crooked cries cry creek to me, cried creek to me unable that the world wants water girls to work with mice, chipping o‡ the blossom part of bitterbrush to save for later. Forced to mark them out shy. Thanks for letting us know, hydrogen-times-two; leave the periodic table & come to the dowsing stick, oxygen; come to the water table— we are taking this finding down to delphinium, angelica, mimulus, letting water go or we will go at night, among introduced grasses, under the moons called Duir or Harvest, Deer Paw the Earth & Gort, our stick will dip down in a y for Yes it’s here. Aspen, don’t quiver, there’s root parties a plenty & we will be wicked with our wick in our turn—< the stick will summon meandering streams for penstemon dandelion hair face, even the fungus beetle; those. Those qualities below. We miss our mother. Dear mother, daughter, pilot, poet, sister, student, teacher, waitress, worker, water girls & girlie men, don’t do their war; take y rods, angle rods, bobbers, pendulums & loops for the stick is the witch with dew, electrons & glaciers the stick does do; 8 for you miss your mother too & you can take your broken y stick past the field they trapped energy in, poor stream, in their system there, to pull your water table up for water to be equal like the warbler building nests against the imposter egg, will use that twig to mend the place where they have cut California in two. One at a time the simple drops will come, though Agricola warned not to use the enchanted twig but you must come, it has gotten serious! So in binding oxygen to thin wild hydrogen & so in the earth you can bring energy from your stick signatures, earth’s meridian roused from a source, we will squint our ears to the babble & make for them a wavelength over the old new field— 9 ...