#2263 - fixing the world again today

 

2263

7.70

12.iii.26

fixing the world again today

 

even and despite all odds

 

take shifts

 

and all night each of us beavers away

 

world’s broken in so many parts

 

how many bullets?

how many bombs?

 

we have a dream!

 

wake up and it’s bung again

 

we’re fixing the world again today

 

by afternoon, having patched up some cloud

 

there’s weather incoming

lines on a map

 

some imagine it’s all consisting of numbers

most though lose count

 

seas rise

the forest goes back

 

many are actively breaking their worlds

hoping for better

 

most won’t wake

say the same of us

 

there’s too much skin in the game

on this stage

 

we’re sleeping it off

you could say

#2262 - my wings

 

2262

7.69

11.iii.26

my wings

 

have you noticed my wings?

 

wax, so that the rain runs off

 

misplaced, often as not

 

and sometimes leave them at the door

they are too much for some

 

like truth

and just as we are here

 

must have come some way

 

nor ever angelic

just who I am

 

wings carry me through a cloud of unknowing

 

a feather in the breeze lost for sport

 

little boys – our gods and heroes

all tearing at them

 

breezily

at dream height

 

here’s a track through the woods

arc of wing's lift

the ants along their way

#2261 - a pond upon reflection

 

2261

7.68

10.iii.26

a pond upon reflection

 

bliss mistedly

birds whip as well

 

sunshower then

trudge gum to

 

drip

 

valley all wallaby

 

kookaburra for a laugh

 

I, in just a moment

naked as all this 

#2260 -- none of this belongs to me

 

2260

7.67

9.iii.26

none of this belongs to me

after wrestling with the translation of Andy Kissane’s ‘Alone again’

 

 

seas and trees and stars and soil

 

none of this belongs to me

 

but a car does and my house is timber

 

the wind and the rain – are little creatures

 

moving the leaves, catching light

 

turning to face and away

 

none of this belongs to me

 

the body is capable

 

place is always a matter of style

 

belonging, a part and apart  

 

perhaps that’s too abstract for you

 

light swims over a surface

 

shade moves the leaves, catching

 

that’s just where I’m from

 

seas and trees and stars and soil

 

my turn next and not long now

 

none of this belongs to me

 

when a difficult question is asked

I commit to not vanishing in a puff of smoke

 

run up a tree to the yonder blue

 

when I am nothing at all

(as good as having not been)

 

and nowhere

 

don’t we belong to the forest?

aren’t we a part of the sea?

 

no I to say then

nor having been to mean

 

the body capable till

 

a suitcase full of on my way

wheels to uninvent

 

flight downed

 

seas and trees and stars and soil

 

each of us singing

each a song

 

the question then –

will I have belonged?

#2259 -- even more haiku

 

2259

7.66

8.iii.26

even more haiku

 

 

the creek bed

dry leaves

all of us waiting around

 

 

duck oblivious

a moon sails on

one morsel and a next

 

 

a cat

and it must be the neighbour’s

I fear for the water dragon

#2258 - some new haiku and senryu

 

2258

7.65

7.iii.26

some new haiku and senryu

 

 

the mud ducks

their take off

a glitter in the sun

 

 

on a day I’m not here

the sky tracks on

tree grows in all directions

 

 

‘running loose below’

old intrepid, back from the tropics

communes with the great white phone

 

 

days off

where’s the goanna?

all of these colours, bark hiding

 

 

ding dong, hip hop

a tyrant’s dead, another reigns

fooled again, again

 

 

the blood moon

see the old man vanish

a rabbit from out of the hat

 

 

as far down as the tree grows

a song and a dance

old days buried down there

 

 

(found senryu)

in Wayne County, Michigan

the first centre line in the world

was inspired by a leaking milk wagon 

#2257 - the snake

 

2257

7.64

6.iii.26

the snake

 

turned out to be just another creature

frog in throat, lice mauled

eking out like the rest

 

quite unaware of symbolic value

nothing at all like the book had said

that was a pack of lies, unhelpful

 

it was only after we’d had the head off

fought to the finish

we discovered this