#202 - upstairs in winter

22.7.20

202

upstairs in winter

afternooning

among the notebooks lately lost

everyone’s upstairs waiting for me

doorless, overhung

where I have dreamt to paper

now gather to assert

where I’m puzzled in

under glass and tin, in timber, jumper

seasonally adjusted

all rise to

little eyrie

suntrap

what’s that tune up the stairs with me?

giant’s treads

squeeze daylight from cloud

days forget us

old socks off on the rack

overheads, walls

who steps the tin above?

how heavens are suspended

no one gets older up

in time beyond the possible

back in the book

where once left off

it was raw time told  

a forest dawn all day

you only have to look out

unmasked!

I make a document of self and breath

up warm in branches

same words always after me

downstairs the cold comes up from the floor

a clock chews through

you can hear it

but this is the sun realm

higher, close

a chimney stillness till

and through smoke

I made myself

crafted so many words gone

will other heads be so lost

as in my vanish here?