Galaxy Filament

Of time evaporating, of my mother’s finger
running down my nose during the uncording
ceremony, after she died, the vast sky, 
the Milky Way neighborhood,
and me, and David, and the black cat growing tumors,
rain falling, drops left over, puddles gathering,
reflecting the baby birds, black millipedes dropping 
off branches, white blossoms floating below cedar, 
sunrays bleaching shells, stop signs fading,
a family of wild donkeys milling around 
an outdoor basketball court at noon in high heat,
sargassum mats drifting from the horse latitudes
into Drunk Bay, flush with plastic waste and
eel nests, washing onto sandstone rocks, 
a lost rubber raft cast ashore with a long towline dragging in the surf, 
chickens jump-flapping off trash heaps filled with twisted stair railings
and corrugated roofs blown off by 30 tornados 
of two Cat 5 hurricanes, red dust from the Sahara Desert 
sifting toward us, nutrients feeding the phytoplankton
but also pathogenic bacteria of the genus Vibrio,
iguanas digging nests into the ground and burying their eggs
until hatchlings crack the shells, wait underground 
until each emerges, then one after the other, in a line, 
scratch their way out. A lone heron soars across the bay.