322
lasta lumo
estas konstanta trempado
ĝis la ombro ekiĝos
ne havas pli da mondo por montri
la tuta tribo tiam iras endome
faras fajron kaj vaporon
vosto en ventro tiam
fermu okulojn, estu senvortaj
enaŭskultu – kaj tiel
voku viajn proprajn kolorojn
last light
is a steady soak
until the shade sets in the thing
has no more of a world to show
the whole of the tribe goes indoors then
makes fire and steam
lines tum with tail
close eyes, be speechless
listen in – and so
call your own colours
30.vi.22
906
3.180
Lake Eacham
a circumambulation
path like a vine run round the trunk
as many parts water
as we are
everything here built
building to fall
least wings
and these paws delicate forward
vicious, holding to feed?
the lawyer vine – wait awhile – jangganyu
a python tangle imitation
all forest in real time
here’s turkey for scratch
and lap below
here’s breeze
and everywhere’s half way round
step off the track
and the day is gone
roots run like plumbing acoss
and of course this is what it is
sometimes leaf flutter
or wings as green
here is the puppy pandanus
covers the old eruption
now boulderscape, maidenhair
kauri and candlenut
balconies of fungus too
trees take down to the lake to drink
and there are ones you can walk into
made out of the falling
and hold the falling up
a bird, the colour of the track
goes, almost unseen, across
all of one mind we’ll never know
because we are all a part
322
unua lumo
neniam estis antaŭe
devas demandi kie ekloĝi
estas kiel la okulo, ankoraŭ diveni
io ajn al nokto ŝajnis blinda
koloroj ankoraŭ ne prenitaj
ordono ankoraŭ venosta
estas ĉiuj mirindaĵoj, kiujn oni povus rakonti
bezonas bonvenon al ĉi tiu mondo
stelo hele de nia venanto ronda
la okulo lumas kie ĝi estas surteriĝa
first light
has never been before
must wonder where to settle
it’s like the eye, as yet to guess
whatever night seemed blind to
colours not yet taken
order still to come
it’s all the wonders one could tell
need welcome to this world
star bright of our coming round
the eye lights where it lands
29.vi.22
905
3.179
try the silence
I could be the window
perhaps no one will see
some mist and kiss my inspiration
I mean most look right through
go head over heels and
seeing, too, is privilege
this that
I could be brass or wind
puffed up with the day
could be the mirror
see all selves
how far down
how deep the well
measure dream by night
dance, sing
try the voices
test them each
silence before and after, between
could be stone and stony
be mossed and still
just go by breath
after all is said
dumb show
I could be leaf
stand and unfold
could be the highway
roar
be the sea
mute coral spawn
I could be lit
could fly
try the silence
it will always fit
I could come alive
321
vi povas marki per io ajn
iu ajn povas
penco enskribas limuzinon
blovu vian nazon
kaj la tuta kaleŝo aspektas
eta Cuchulain kaj Kaligulo ĉiu
prenis la maron
ili estas for
sed ni memoras
faru minuton da silento
ne enuu min per scienco
kaj klarigoj
turniĝas betulfolio
nur pro
ne povas ne tikli la ĉielon
you can make a mark with anything
anyone can
a penny inscribes a limousine
blow your nose
and the whole carriage looks
tiny Cuchulain and Caligula each
took on the sea
they are gone
but we remember
make a minute's silence
don't bore me with science
and explanations
a birch leaf turns
just for the hell of it
can't help but tickle the sky
28.vi.22
904
3.178
eyes on the horizon
poem ending with a line from The Tempest
and fight the sea
pitch, roll, plunge
and rise to fall
up whip
and blur the mind’s edge
tense
valleys and mountains
this is - what is it?
two thirds of the world
kitsch walls of too many wild horses
clouds grey for company
rain sweeps in from far
we must be the astronauts of the sea
show me the coast
bring me beam of bright day
glass waters
little fish shone through
I was always too old for this kind of thing
I’d fain die a dry death
320
la mallumo
estas profunda
tiom faldita
vi eble perdos vian vojon
ĝi estas senluna
aŭ fermu viajn okulojn
tiel bela ĉio el ni faras
muziko kaj ĉiu alia senco
timema?
ne, la odoro memorigas min
silento, akirita per dento kaj ungego
kaj ĉirkaŭe torĉo
la mallumo
plej vera kiam neniu urbo estas proksima
kiam turnita for
de nia stelo
the dark
is deep
so much folded
you might lose your way
it’s moonless
or close your eyes
so beautiful all we make of
music and every other sense
fearful?
no, the smell reminds me
silence, got by tooth and claw
and all around a torch
the dark
truest when no city’s near
when turned far
from our star
