#776 - join these dots

 

18.ii.22

776

3.49 

join these dots

(very drafty in here)

 

as once arc through trees

banana prehensile

 

pica and point

we come upright

with pencil if

play with opposable thumb

 

and meaning

stones of the stream

for a sigh

line of sight

whites of their eyes

 

en and em

connect

now stations on the line

and where they cross, network

 

of the washing out

or notes hung to dry

buoys to lead us in 

 

we rolled along

with the merrily

daisied the spoken chain

 

from river port to bob

 

and here we come again

back forth

white horses in the whale’s way

potholes to avoid

 

and broken where?  and why?

built up from mere mud

lapidary letters

 

chipped away

at the block of me

 

and ending off – imagine air!

those Romans had no sense of line

so once this would not matter

 

we though have been sentenced

 

call comma, full stop to attest

conjure up ellipsis

or ‘enter’ for a space

 

thought pause

and enter once again

 

it’s sometimes as if we had gone back to numbers

each notch on the stick is the start of a line

 

once aware

took it and ran with that

might have made fifth column

undoing the book as we went

 

anyway climbed graph

swung cat so’s to inscribe an arc

on to circumference

 

add colour

and tone

tumbled in

 

will a board of keys obey?

 

between the lines

where most of the meaning –

binary thing

 

weighed breaks

like a next set

far of sea

some dumpers

so sand in pants

 

everything, by cliché, connected

 

and a line, like lightning, fell to me

it stood where I was led

(by portent, in hindsight)

 

finger in the dust once found

moved on

took stick and ruled the page

 

fell into cloth, like a thread

 

dotted a coast unknown

 

like puppy round the block, first dragged  

 

long rhymes lost sight of

 

there were no muses watching on

the mountains stood quite still

 

breath in the scribble stood

 

flat-lining, like prose when we understate

I kept them, counted against dizzies

 

extinct as ink once dry

I was no more than these words ever

 

woke the day for a song