#958 - glide time

 

 

21.viii.22

958

3.231

glide time

getting beyond ourselves

for ghost writing

 

when the world is lit

how loved

 

my day is more than yours

let it so consist in corners

 

our smoke and fire standing

 

you think it was years to collect

not a hair’s breadth

 

lost the words for a tune

that’s how it is

 

all these signs we were still with

stay till our own last lights

 

set off in the afternoon

 

time of smoke and wallaby hour

 

bandicoot diggings, creek stood still

king brown come out

 

make a nest of fire

 

track itself casts shadow

 

this gold green stillness to inhabit

 

and when the place is finished with me

I want to see the giants stand

as once and ever

 

I footless remain

now quite harmless to weeds

 

breath, yes we’ll be breath

and let me bequeath with words

a testament of will

 

possum climb

the blue – have you it!

 

sad sun go

close

still fix selves to view

and out of the picture

 

who’ll hear the shouting over paddocks?

they, as we, to grey

 

to the trees

crave admission

 

all of it so splendid

always somewhere else to be

 

in all the day let forms of plenty

I, the remembering now

 

it’s vanish in a moment

be forever here