#882 - all my life

 

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all my life

only a draft

 

I have been building a box

this box, the box

 

sometimes square, sometimes round

and overhead umbrella

a humpy, some have said

 

nor portable

yet might blow

 

box of words, of ways, wise saws

a bunting, almost tent

 

all my life and tatter

 

many have encouraged me

the spider and fly salute

 

ask to swing

is the cat alive?

 

all my life I have been

building it sturdy and strong

the box

 

at one time it was a roof

these were the rules of the game

 

rain, falling like nails

and I, safe inside

seasons

all the world turning

 

and then a book of cloud meadow

 

life – my little adventure

 

with wheels

but the wheels came off

 

tap on the ceiling

say heaven now

broad as the far blue sky