#934 - collecting sunshine

 

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collecting sunshine

for godsbother

 

talk’s cheap

 

how much sitting around was there

in the early days?

 

I mean way back

before underpants

once upon

backward abysm

glass darkly, all that

 

some food kept still

but you still had to find it

much had to be chased

 

it was the quick or the dead

often one was prey

 

there was making up names for everything

a roll in the hay in between

tut tut

and otherwise, no going on

 

under a tent of bark

in a cave

wherever opportunity

footslogging

 

and idle moments

moved

 

scratch in the mud

waking up –

new songs!

 

everywhere inspiration

air clean as a whistle too

 

a fire for winter

there was work to get that going too

stood backs to our own sun

 

perhaps I paint it all too brightly

 

but how much sitting was there?

 

we hadn’t yet devised weeds

nobody knew what to dig

 

anything made was super useful

so you got the idea to trade

 

rust was rare

though you’d that colour in a pond sometimes

 

could call a thing after another

come to a stream and carry across

because of something over there

 

a lot of it was getting away

 

you could lean on a tree and wonder

just collecting sunshine

 

a wound is so much news got out

 

these days

all falling down where we live

choking on a clock

and we ourselves

 

a thicket of wings

fast as you like

rotate, revolve

 

some days and the place has a bounce

 

worm turns towards, say one of the suns

 

walk like a duck

 

but back at …

it wasn’t really beginning

but one imagines a first beast breath

fear joy equal parts

 

the teeth are the hardest of us all

always remember a meal

 

they were playing their parts in the picture

was going to be in a book

and might be something big

 

look at the world

I see – keep turning

the way it goes all the way round

 

I make a perfect curve

 

no time to muck about

just got on with things back then

 

and all of this was a spitting image

that was the biggest lie