#228 - world outside in

                                          

 

17.viii.20

228

two poems

 

tunnel

(crash site/dream fragment)

 

much to go back for

we go on too

 

one never knows by which miracle

how as far as here

 

we decided to walk

but we might have warned

the narrows, the hairpin, turns

blind passages

and dark

 

this is Macao

the tunnel

 

on foot into the smash-up

no one though seemed hurt

more like a garage

and the car in parts

tunnel become

 

stand like a fool at the counter

searching pockets for the missing card

and not just my pants

 

the club casino

glitter like a border

for the rich to riches

 

then lain down with Gareth Evans

like for a bedtime story

loll and discuss

some in-depth

and underbed

drawer delve

find the last t-shirts

had been a dusting rag now left

 

the fragment breaks off then

 

                   

world outside in

 

I’m coming up a hill in Spring  

truth is this simple distance

ever shone to sing

 

inscribe a circle with my own arms

soon I will be barefoot

told down in leaves

 

light bigger than the breeze here

it is a sung sky nested blue

moment particular in place

 

little haystack image sets

everything pours in

 

marvel at the parts

never could conceive it all

 

still in this bright page of the dawn

you’ll catch a whiff of when