#381 - sky is a polished thing & in dreams

15.i.21

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sky is a polished thing

for  a field guide to Australian clouds

 

it is the breath of tree  

 

as by the spun head dreamt, how else?

                                                                       

see creatures, beard and promise

sky does anger, all the moods

 

it is the all-fall bean reached

gravity attends

a this-way-up

to blow rubs bright

 

wings do

the crossings out are gone

 

it’s tilled with touch it

 

swept, mopped

breeze dried

makes own map

 

trick of the rope’s a ladder

                                    

all before and after, during

storm skirmish

we on the coast of it

 

infallible for manna source

a wish upon

in dreams

 

who else has this blue?

and does the dark and moonless when

as after rain, none other

 

sodden from squeeze

 

up periscope

poke finger through

sometimes you can read it

fades the seeing though

 

who’d ever imagine one skin stretched so far?

 

though they climb to the tree tips

and never look up

ants are dreaming this

 

 

in dreams

 

the day as far as stars

 

a flinch and after

doors of a hall

come dancing

 

follow

will the foot connect?

                                 

script of grass

and feathering

 

much else

the all-forgiven

 

a burial

and have they dreamt a prayer?

 

hear voices of a little rain

went into a tune there

 

in dreams

and gather weather

 

the dog to bone

 

slipped

all accept/believe

 

no waking up to say it was

not in the dream itself

 

where last seen

all these countries lost

ancestors and anthems

 

I’m a ghost there, aren’t you?

 

in dreams our own beyond  

balletic

 

there are tricks of long lost light

 

you come along a little further …

never came home again

 

last cupboard of the biscuit

we are all remembered there