#119 - living the forest

29.4.20

119

living the forest

I have a house of it

felled thing

cast incantations out          

here’s how the drought cracks

spring takes up

I work with it

I’m thing in progress

someone had arrows from here once

breathes by night

stands again

once upon this ground

my house went up

I was all hands to it   

others came, ideas full

snatches of tune and rhythm

takes rain to tank

puts on

I boarded up the forest

and still it grew around            

books into every cranny

someone said piano here

couldn’t stop guitar

all timber too

and like to leaf

wings came

pick up

sit at

you’ll flower

live upside down

won’t feel the whirl

the old footfalls

are on my way

this is the circuit round

hush, are you with me?      

I’m finding it

creep and crawl

forest is multitasking again

shine foliage and collect

inward up

comes unbidden

rolls out like machinery

had to be always sweeping

someone whispered remember the fires

someone called it a day

but it was too late for that

long, long ago by then I was

over hills

and green shoot

last of shower again  

here is my fool’s paradise

aren’t we all lovely lost to it?

hybris!

call our corner garden

bushed there with the effort

I live in the book’s paper makings  

no matter the sky is my screen

I’ll want anyway

I am the wilderness voice –

call me cello in the tree’s light

my timbre is timber            

all as must be

in sailing day

how colour catches

every creature’s climbing on

and in the tree’s light

a poem’s vast

who’ll count the cubic meters?

even in a few spare pages

still the wilds

wild branches hold

no one says

this forest

the tree

no one speaks a word