#554 - call me

 

9.vii.21

554

2.187/8/9

(I haven’t missed a day but still there are numbering problems)

call me

 

I was named for a treefold

or call me wherever whenever I am            

 

happen to be up

nobody thought to do before

 

just small

or hill with fern

somebody’s daughter or son

 

any first come to mind – charades!

 

a winter’s worth of sky so

as creatures have suggested

 

I’m here in a prayer – where’s that?

 

where the heart goes

how long without sleep?

scheherazading

 

tell truths down upon

     grim calls

 

dirty and somebody has to

 

I am how I came to now

name changed so many times

I’d wonder who was

but no time for that

make myself useful and live

 

the tree puts out

who’ll be dinner?

 

watch them drinking in

mad mood of a name gone by

 

that was mine then

once made tribe

 

and so in our selfing

unknown until

remember the gone whom we are