Crystal radio
I do not understand.
Copper wire wound tight
On toilet tube core.
Brass button slider on the copper
Tuned to roots and water.
Green wire vines
Binding slider to thirsty crystal.
One wire pinned to the ceiling
One wire tied to the metal bedpost
Aerial and Earth
Not machine but plant
Branch and Root.
Strange plant
I do not understand you.
No batteries, no plug
No key to wind, no wheel to turn
Nothing to fuel, power, charge.
You suck your life from the air
Like desert cacti living
Without rain, stretching
Tiny hairs to the dust wind
Catching water on the breeze.
I put the single piece to my ear
Snapped the switch, pushed the slider
Through dust wind static.
Tiny hairs reached out,
Voices were drawn from the quiet
And the air sang.