#209 - into the blue (two fragments)

29.7.20

209

two fragments to (possibly) join into a poem

1

in a pale frame of day

light is the firstness

and hear a sky up

feathered with

nothing yet falls

it is a vanish

takes us with

just this wick of sunshine

waking …

up to old selves

of course

warm one with my welcome here

all open till to do

day was first home of all things bright

and though there’d been before

and would be

lean in and shadows so

make the picture

for some must see

the night run out

thrown to

someone through a clock

over this all –

what can they have been thinking?

2

into the blue

an up for all

it is a thing so lit

so much of luck

webs done in dust  

a feathered tilt and twist

then lack

hang wet washing there

a rapture to the climb beyond

up trunk by bark

limb out leaf gone

it may be so and all because

things forgotten now are shown

after of instance night

or lately falls

go to it

and fire far

opportunely now

some days it pales

or chart the hue

it’s not the colour of a tin sky catch

it isn’t a wisp of one’s guess

fringed as the now

with up until

not anyone

no voice in it, the blue

telling nothing there

eyes up

it isn’t some any whizz by but we do

although a stillness seems

once it was much misted

send up the bolts from

nuts and who was it

shot the arrow through?

a blinding, dizzy at

head back

ache’s yours

build heaven here

and dice it

was before us too

though once upon a different blue

or altogether something else

it’s a complete waste of time

pump it – cash up – smoke one

power up

bitter

it’s all to catch a breath

that’s why

let us not say the sacred word

nothing but imagine

yet have heard shouted

come coy demanding

worlds that were

wish back

as air is empty

full of riddles

things come out of this

where finally we go