#8 - umbilicus - thinking about extinction

8^th of January

8

umbilicus

go letting

from bliss of where

all guessing

and forgot

I dress myself

in day

glimmer twist

with a clock

that is bigger

than time

sit out in the weather

all sorts

hopes pointed

last leaves among

a little lopsided

treasured up

still in the pouch

or just a hop back

deep even in space

stay connected

to the craft

some wagon hitch

for steering star

a furious hosting

but nothing too fancy

light holds me

though gone

hearts held

stroke here

somewhere smaller

than a poem

these lines

now now

and snuggle in

a kiss

put simply

here

is

how

I’m

home 


.

how is it with extinction?

you won’t have a voice

in this

light holds me

though gone

I am a memory

in orbit with

some wagon hitch

for steering star

bliss of where

you are forgetting

realm of just ideas

glimmer twist

once dressed

my self in day

umbilical

with a clock

bigger than time

sat out in the weather

all sorts

hopes pointed

last leaves among

a little lopsided

treasured up

still in the pouch

or just a hop back

deep even in space

connected

to the craft

hearts held

stroke here

once was

.

for younger readers

thinking about what extinction means

kids,

once was an animal

we called ‘koala’

now it’s an idea

you can hold it in your heart

if you like

smelly creature

lovely fur

a little lopsided

treasured up

shall we remember together

sat out in the weather

all sorts

hopes pointed

last leaves among

still in the pouch

or just a hop back

…

perhaps

so it will be

…

for all of us

there comes a ‘time’s up’

some say ‘bitter end’

but not today I hope

now is the time to stand

with the trees

against the fire

against the saw

and for our little friend