by Luz Castaneda
Worker
When the worker arrived
tooled-up from the snowy reel, I’m not being funny, I said
– ask the worker, he’ll know -, & he says
it’s not my work to stand outside you, outlining you like a wolf.
Conversation spotted & bloomed & nothing was clear.
The trees observed them. They spoke for months,
secrets curved amongst the rooting gulfs in moons
of bright human theory. To recap, they sharpened
their bones, sealed up the holes in the tops of their heads &
gazed online, silver knife of magical authority. We saw
only the sky shrink & the earth twist in our fingers.
Andrew F. Giles (he/him) writes poetry, reviews and creative non-fiction. He lives and works at Greyhame Farm, in the mountains of northern Spain, which is a permaculture project, creative residency and safe space for queer folk and their allies.
Luz Castaneda was born in Brazil to Brazilian and Spanish parents. Since 2014, she has been living and working as an artist in NYC. She is a self-taught artist, a biologist, Ph.D. in Genetics, educator and researcher in the sacred language of nature. Her research and artwork are a combination of her artistic soul and scientific mind. Her art has been exhibited in multiple galleries in the United States and Brazil. www.luzcastaneda.com.