#455 - Fia's Garden (rough glimpse)

 

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Fia’s garden

 

a flickering of shadows high

sunshone so

 

flowers you cannot even imagine

delicious things, won’t be described

 

everything green, bright

everyone’s just had a drink

no one has a name

 

but this is the garden of sunshine

 

sky so blue

all the colours glow

 

someone asked could I hear the music

 

everyone in the garden is sleeping

they tell their dreams as they go

 

bees, flowers, wasps and beetles

each singing

every one is

bees have a flit song

 

touch and frond for

that’s what they say

petal and sepal and …

 

I know that this is the weather in me

lay my head where

 

twitch of tail gone

someone is straight up a tree

 

I won’t say hiding

but creatures are shy

 

worm to its underworld

ant on the way

 

they’re inventing themselves as they go

 

of course it was the garden first

and can’t have been

it was the wildness of everything let

grew over itself

 

this must be Day One of it

having each chased a rainbow to here

bone bury forget

 

make your own bliss

 is how they sing

 

I’m the only one waking there

came in of course through the dream

to the garden

 

ripe fruit ring like a bell

you can hear them

 

it’s fruit fills me with the tune

everyone’s delicious

to someone

 

a flickering who was it here before

 

rise fire from flood

 

a storm is coming

is anyone worried?

 

no one here knows how to

 

met someone who wasn’t

could have been

kind eyes

… a special friend

 

s/he was and not and at the same time

sort of a flickering shimmering someone

I met a man who wasn’t there…

said the word kvazaǔ

I wonder what it means

I think that’s what she/he said … or it or what

 

it’s trust in the under-love

gone up again here

to wake the words yet to be spoken

 

it’s in the stillness everything turns

 

I spread the vegemite over the toast

a world edged flat

 

insect comes to the tip of the leaf

turns home for the soil

 

I’m colouring in the map … take a bite

that was the day…

a long way down

 

now

see now it is a garden of stars

 

are socks inside out?

at the edge of the plate

could fall off

just crumbs

words no longer have things there

             but give a firefly glow to lead us

 

shine in their sleep, the stars

come as if on queue

 

when they ask where I was just now

 

wish I could go there just anytime

wish I could take you too

 

.

 

auntie asks ‘is she of our world

when she dreams so much?… ‘

but what other world is there?

 

‘where were you just now?’

Fia has an adventure never to tell whenever she opens her eyes