#328 - for the birds

25.xi.20

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for the birds

 

a dance around the day

 

every morning

look at what’s lit

 

and paint it

rounds

so sing

keep up

and in the rhythm

frame, click

this here and who you are

 

called to account

note down

 

already among the gone

you’ll know

little gardens of my wilderness

 

time has left behind

and the opposite is true

 

the rolling made of wave – imagine!

 

every morning

look at the world

cloud in a pond gone smaller

than seeing

 

then in the blue blank

all for us to work

 

bird loud beginning

frogs gone to ground

no every-ness about but

everyone has a say

 

sometimes stillness

still here for them

 

jacaranda falls

yet on display

 

gnarl and grow over

clumsy bumble of flight

 

and ask

what colours will come in the firstness

blue above

green around

 

some to the lit world

 

for the birds!

and there’s no higher power

 

after the storm

among the fallen

some to their dream

and deeper than night

 

there’s no yesterday now