Thursday, 20 August 2020

#232 - in the garden of where I am

 




21.viii.20

232

in the garden of where I am

 

only a dream to the other world

 

a slap up weed high undersky

paint over shone so

diamonds of the after shower

great glow

and we’re home

 

where in the world will anyone

seas of now wash up?

 

I halved the hour

split the minute

 

in the garden of where I am

you too

 

many happy returns

a crash through piano

 

how friendlessly we guess to prayer

 

in this forest walk

till trees are more

 

nights too

stars of the fable still shine

 

ask – was I a force of nature (?)

 

often dance so no one will know

 

and are you paying attention?

 

the world’s too fast for bliss


 








multiple choice

 

once there were precious things

now nothing matters

 

very little of the world left

and still chip away

 

it was Spring there

whet the whistle

a night much woken to

 

not choosing

always all the above

 

festive and why

catching up

to and fro

 

I am the vessel of instance

I carry

for charity

pass, in conversation, by

 

thing called consciousness

far in the head, too far

 

some surfeit say

detritus

 

it’s in another world

I hear the fire take off

 

it’s an ear in the wind

and know all 











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