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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?
