Enclosure

the wristwatch click
coincides
with low tide

the sea waxes
its swan song off-key

eelgrass chiffonade
encircles my ankles

even here
a telephone is still
receptive

I pick up

tonguing my way inland
past the sheep

what would you give up
for carbon negativity

I tell you

my garden is now
a serpentine thruway
for pollinators

resplendent petals decay against
the darkest soil

but when I say terra preta
you hear ready earth

ersatz translation
short-circuits understanding

anyway

biochar like a mutual aid network
regenerates itself

toeing an anthill’s perimeter I ask
what is common