16.iii.22
802
3.75
best of all possible
worlds
for the planets
only world
is best possible
anyone sees that
anyone can tell
energy is pure delight
others have clouds and sunset breezes
who notices any of that?
will we go up there?
should we get away?
where else shirts and trousers
ties and skirts?
who’ll wink?
light is everywhere
but flirting?
may I bring in the bees?
who else will plausibly deny?
a solo here – guitar or drums
where else the flowers?
where else the trees?
where else what we call air?
one thought drifts ever aimlessly
some tangle here to speculate
how fine the spider
smooth the snake
where else the splendid weed?
dig
and we live a long way down
stand an unfold
here where we have to believe
other surfaces like carpets, maps
ask though who else has made one (?)
it’s our eye – heart – head calls this in
where else the snout to truffle?
how otherwise on wings?
go up as pale as far beyond
leave beanstalks far behind
is there anywhere else to remember?
or where you’d rather be?
too hot, too cold, too fast, too slow
elsewhere the epic struggle in stone
has gone long unrecounted
is there some Titan breathes in the bright black void?
the answer is no one knows
centre is best out of the way
at an edge
where we minnow and preen
I call precious
best of all
it’s where we were and will and are
it’s where we have to be
some call it heaven
some think it’s hell
truth is – and go on – and seek it elsewhere
onion like this
and till tomato
nothing like this on anyone’s moon
no word for this frail legacy
where else the wishing well?
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