#125 - lost in the one place

6.5.20

125

lost in place

round and round

make a longing of it

lost at home

where time is wasted

yearning to be where I am

discover least quarters

tracks airily and under

by breath, breathlessly

in the piano

ring strings

and merely in words

corner into which I paint

dig myself the wombat cave

time and its absence are here

together we’re the miracle

just so

I call the moment to me

of course I am lost, not knowing

make a mirror of the day

hunting thread of dream to story

where they are all

brought to book

world stopped

must it sink?

where will the others bob up?

lost among the many lines

lost in conversation too

ways back one might be mistaken for

a thin patch where the light shines through

and then you glimpse the garden

leaves and their weather

to heavens rise

golden then it was to be

so lovely lost at home