#148 - first shine of it

29.5.20

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first shine of it

Earth’s google aubade, I to witness

first there aren’t the words for it

for anything

there aren’t the things

shapes, colours –

these are first unworded

once imagine –

no hands, no feet

still star rise

dew-fallen, mossed

there is coming to light

which is always again

from

tender the echo

of all days before

leaf in its turn

the tendril up

creeping

and no one to notice these rounds

so little we are to the moment

                               gone

someone whispered in

wisp of will-we-call-it-cloud

nevertheless so shone with     

                             and here

we find beginning words