how many pumpkins are hiding here?

#92 - best medicine

1.4.20
92

best medicine

on All Fools Day

do you come here often?

everyone’s home now

double dare you

and this is exactly where you can…

play the corona game

it’s all done with predictions

how long till this that the other?

when will you pay me

say the bills that all plague me?

when will the ASX come home?

big boots at the helm

long holiday from democracy

spare me a light, buddy?

better, a dime

they can turn on you

these days

come on, cough up

stroke my pun

exercise your favourite fear

deepest secret

funniest terror

who’s the most powerful in the world?

how grim was your reaper?

when’s my next meal out?

why worry?

what’s in the garden today?

don’t sniffle

wash hands for twenty minutes

every twenty seconds

try your best Trump impression

or

‘those who are about to die’

may suit you?

up thumbs and oops

bring me my respirator!

see how we fidget with

nothing gets done

hide and please don’t seek me

but

today’s the day I go viral

(in a good way)

I launch myself

make lunch hour legend

catch a virus by the ear

I do the mirror vanish here

just one day in the missing year

#91 - orchestra of distances

31.3.20

91

orchestra of distances

as sometimes in the rain

you feel grace mercy fallen from

played with light

over the mask

through every tree singing

each in other’s eyes

hello

here’s long ago

and there is far

yonder for for instance

hills over away

too far to touch

but here’s my voice

world wide again

gather my thoughts and belongings here

back in the box

with all of the toys

you know where I am

as if until

all echo-hearted

every bird up

listening in

arrow it

guess meaning

say

tunes are of the turning

time is of the earth

word lit merely

pick up this strum

your precious-to-me breath

and I am mostly what?

silence on to hysterics

some have called it conversation

by whatever means

in a tongue

hold to

remember when

every tree is singing

and all the birds for up

now we know the simple news

all events are rare

see around

this strange notation

none otherwise have known

yearn for the empty one

smudge fudge it

feel you’re here

and lay me down

to dream it off

moment of sunshine

come won’t you drop

these heavy worlds

light away with me

an orchestra of one 

#90 - a moment of sunshine around the garden

30.3.20

90

a moment of sunshine around the garden

meaning leaf to another

where the notes fall

each over other

and trickle, pond, well

strikes me like a tune

the signature

in spare time

a certain hour

I’ll not say

creature every one anointed

must be the moment

remember when weather knew nothing of us?

went merrily on

is it flutter or flight?

I am the camera   

slow to a sadness

who isn’t there

peer into lit bits

and where unexpected

standing time still

by hook by claw

by tooth and nail

these are the clothes to which I am suited  

it’s with myself I go

could be there with you

it’s only we two now

pause, vanish

see how insects are upwardly mobile?

and air

hangs like hope

over our heads

hold back the branches and pass

sometimes scythe, machete, trowel

shovel, mattock, fork

despite cutbacks

the garden remains

sufficient to itself

look up will won’t you?

nests hidden

plain sight pumpkins

vine shy under

in a mist meaning

ears all night out for

the running of the creek

never yet named

but two months now

belonging

where will it come from?

it’s here where I’m always

on my way home

of course we have wings

salt over the shoulder

it’s head of a pin

all of us dance

this is the news

I bring

#89 - around the rain

29.3.20

89

around the rain

for ataraxia and/or godsbother

a garden wrapped

as if a prayer were purposed

dust’s nothing

thirst and itch – we’re mud

under and over

so wallaby with

rain got into certain places to ache

took tea to pass so hoofed

tending all this while

as if a lens were laid

in each round

atom planet fall

in mist fence went

like music

all of us to catch

a forest of the stuff

and all the green of risings then

the flowers, frange and citrus leaf

palm poised and ferning waxy

umbrella is a tree too

we were doing a little dance for

and later swim, take bath in it

someone thought bud up now

and someone thought soon flower

this pub was open all hours

every body drinking

you’d almost think a fire inside

but it was lovely out

rugged and brolly up for

of course one was lost

in timber instance brinking with

and upward eyes in leaf

here is the rain

in person perhaps

wink from all the crew

‘we’re wet’

an insect landed asking

and wondered who I am

someone so birdily singing

simple as forever was

and is, will be

snails paced it out

ducks spoke the loudly joy of splash

shy clefted clouding

in mulberry’s first glimmer

all waiting to be lit

and all this

no one did it

I cannot help but praise

#88 - eerily idyllic

28.3.20

88

eerily idyllic

home

that’s the new sublime

kind of a dream

we find ourselves gone to

and take a big breath

coming, ready or not

symptoms imagine us

under we go

still standing

standing under

a tissue and all fall

undergo

in the birded world

sway, tip

there’s upside

and when the clock stopped

we left it like that

left it alone

perhaps meaning the time had come

stopped clock

points to a lucky numbness

to us

says here now surely

cryogeny

(and what’s it got to do with Ireland?)

dream toilet paper wars

and all around the lockdown

zeitgeisties

stay in stay out

that’s how come

and so we ask it

how far to a sunny day?