#32 - three poems

Saturday 1^st February, 2020

32

three poems

first sightings

blur from where

catch light’s curtain crack

then day begins

unpyjam-ed

upon

wallaby (2)

rabbit (1)

walking birds (sundry)

kookas (triangle of)

others up (too quick to count)

breeze catching me – shone

a pond, sunspread

then the little cloud comes –

least that it can do

a little wrestle with myself

and mystery of am

who’s down?

who’s in the limbs of tangle?

in time return

there’s where I was

and all the same to me

no, not

piano plays against

guests have sometimes

been an excuse

call conscience

watch the illiterate whirl

and wordlessly join in

we’re not even looking out of the windows

they’ll just have to find us

here I am in my own life strangely

to dance is all the body

you’re the silence listening

I’ll travel till I’m gone

hey bud

not leaf by leaf

but all at once

not the tree

but all are back

tribe of up

and drought for fact

a song towards

not seeing through

heights of a vanishing

nakedness now

the getting

and letting

of light

all empty past

in tips of it

the birds trip home

which is the vast of blue