#2313 -- going back for what I can't remember

 

2313

7.120

1.v.26

going back for what I can’t remember

 

last of the month, a riddle lived

 

here, there

the arrow misted fall

 

it’s all the one as-if

 

thing needed at the time

 

one goes back

 

the light makes almost

 

language for forgetting  

 

as grey as we do sky

 

join the dots

and find them

 

make mine this mountain here

 

beast lowing

whale rot

or some music left

 

sly of notation

 

it was an axe

it was a broom

 

I’m going back

 

back for the clock

I lost in the dream

 

a flying tree

words cast

 

must have been a week after that

nobody knows in there

 

beach of the world washed up

 

a picture of the day gone

 

fly white

 

I raise my arms

surrender

 

to be here’s to begin to be gone

 

to be gone’s to be here to begin

 

I think I went back to forget

 

I won’t remember here

#2312 -- things become other

 

2312

7.119

30.iv.26

things become other

 

and self and away

 

the object in midst

 

look, see poem in the thing

in all events

much missed

 

lay tables for conversion

the this in the that

 

other in thing

 

imagine a next

 

is passing into our sky

just to look

if only

 

see thing and it’s gone

 

say it now and it’s said

 

that’s all

#2311 -- only slightly briefly here

 

2311

7.118

29.iv.26

only slightly briefly here

 

have you seen how the sky

is falling away

it falls up

 

the tree as curious, inscribed

wants another world

 

all other sorts of lines

and a splash

 

have you noticed a moon’s made off

better be dead elsewhere, moon thinks

 

I feel it too

the day gone out of my head

 

revolving like the bricks there

climbing as if a wall

 

imagine heavens or none

 

only ever partly me

a strange religious garb

 

voice thrown

free of days

imagine!

 

minded else and always

 

shadow on a rock, tin bird

 

we are surviving by way of amazement

 

we’re all so far gone

#2310 -- my loose wire

 

 

2310

7.117

28.iv.26

my loose wire

 

you could call it a kind of antenna

sensitive as twitch

 

will we test it?

 

a crimp and twang

 

you must imagine

one to another connects

 

my loose wire harnesses bright light

 

it sets apart

not all are so equipped

 

for tragedy, for triumph

 

speak of it lightly as if

 

conducts in a bucket with salt

 

nothing magnetic but attaches

 

a string tuned to some other world

 

hook up here

some solder

 

it’s live, we’re in real time

 

look at a number and wonder which

 

a tether end rescue

it’s to thrill

 

friends haul me out

 

tune in!

#2309 -- in places we forbid ourselves

 

2309

7.116

27.iv.26

in places we forbid ourselves

 

the moon without a suit

 

no void for me

 

midden deep by mind’s eye

 

a king within a queen

 

lords leap

 

can I be the blood

but not

 

how can I be in a body? 

 

can this be someone else?

and such a day as

burrow, hutch, forebear

 

to hammock a question

take my time to tell

 

fog up and here we’re bitten

out of pants and onto glory

 

I cannot inhabit this moment forever

 

cannot sit upon a star

 

though wish the book up bright

                  and sing

 

far up a tree

 

may I then live in the words on the wall

 

how elsewhere?  how here?

#2308 -- in a lit mist

 

2308

7.115

26.iv.26

in a lit mist

wallaby weather

 

show treetops

cast the eye

 

and there’s a catch of call-it-cloud

with all the sun shone through

 

afoot fresh mown

eyes up

 

it was tide of life

to lift our still

 

out along a limb

abroad

 

fearless as birds

whom the air must catch

 

I’d never call it falling

 

there was a house sat up

a tilt at will

 

the wherewithal so often

 

in all this breathing world

#2307 - when I was a tree

 

2307

7.114

25.iv.26

when I was a tree

 

is it so long since

when you were

 

this was an effortless thing

 

and all the choices of heaven put out

with cloud and falls of leaf

with light

 

when we were seed

and sought a sky

then o then, mindless

upwardly mobile

 

traffic of paw and claw

of up cargoes into night

 

all directional the day

 

much lived in we were

ask the bird

 

as off on a wish, let’s say

 

the world ran shabby round

nor true nor false

but all between

 

rain to jewel tip

if a sun

 

that was when we shone