#7 - these are the whimsical instruments

7^th of January

7

return to sender

or

these are the whimsical instruments

the first ever message in a bottle

might have washed up for a sign

it said

‘name what you like

it’s all the one sea’

you couldn’t read the address but

it was the same with the first breath –

somebody’s last

one puff of smoke goes round –

a lie from beginning to end

the Planck era didn’t last long

it was hot

after the big bang

there must have been a first star out

strange symbols call for conversation

the bottle has a lonely view

a lovely swim

is full of time travelled –

whimsical instrument

small in the great scheme

but there isn’t any

it’s all perhaps out here

dietary information has been washed off

speak far away

o eager elf

by compass till the circle comes

it’s too warm still today

Santa sees everything’s delivered

still the unending is imagined

try thumb and compasses

size up

my dinner once grew

now I am

and that’s about it

for bigger than though

take a mountain

you won’t get very far

cross your eyes

roll, hope to see

is it your nose though?

can’t really tell

can you?

no thing is proven

that’s a verdict

never trusted mirrors

how can experts help?

cut three times

and measure once

by hunch

by eye

by jingo

joy of just here we are

now push a little further

do you understand what’s under the bonnet?

or call it something else?

opposable thumb

fiddle sticks

consider the warm blooded

and their inter-generational struggle

to get the temperature right

everywhere mourn ourselves

and truth of was

you can try this at home

insects take care

they’re all for instance

first ever ant

to get up the mound

(you can measure this too)

forgot to bring the flag

made do just with a crumb

wish I had wings, could fly

would fill up the whole page then