#384 - before the garden

 

18.i.21

384

2.18

before the garden

for ataraxia

 

all fours we

when no weed grew

 

riff of the up with wings

and strew

such random attentions

 

antennae, paws, claws, beak

no hands! no feet!

a drift along in

 

days of goanna

snake its own religion then

 

I had not been discovered

 

the garden!

 

I mean time

which is always a place before

was baby smooth, no inkling

 

clouds learning sky then

 

everyone was a refugee

no names changed yet to be safe

but that didn’t mean there was no pretending

or hide n seek

deep in bole or branches

 

think afternoons fawn

avant le pique-nique

or take the conference of the ants

 

who knew what weaving?

hats to invent

and insurrect

          eyes up

by creek or in sea edgings

all before

 

if love were just a flower

no one yet said spring

                                                      

because was yet to come

roar was wave or storm

and still

 

a tractor in imagining

all sang, none spoke

in the seed would

shell burst

 

everyone fit fighting

drought and in the running

pollen on a whiff

 

came to the conquest in arrows

 

most well camouflaged back in the day

 

you can say dream or forest

none had ever thought so far

still all on the way

 

delicious enemy!

 

blew in

soft hours of the often mist

tricks unnumbered

 

must have been waiting for what?

 

there was no gate

and no forget

yet swung the hinge to creak

 

flew

and much tunneling

crept

 

may I describe who grew till the garden?

that catalogue’s long lost

 

shelter lost won’t know where                         

but blow it off

 

nor was a holy silence

but every wish at once

 

death known by smell alone

 

trick of a naked thing

conversation

fickle winded

jungle to the law

 

you couldn’t pay to be

and still until

play possum

 

none yet lost in the adventure

unnamed days came went

and at the end of each

animal deciding

 

all whimsy in the light to trip

everyone was home

everyone was there