#1117 - new page

 

22.i.23

1117

4.22

new page

 

where traipse the day

till come

what if by valley far

 

knew all along

this weather of those before

 

is the tune then come through sit

watch where we are

 

in a hollow

some say dell

a quiet of the afternoon

 

where unseen birds prepare

 

a new page must be all to do

I must not be disturbed

 

times there will have been no way here

 

it changes

 

from never before

to never again

 

it’s as if of breezes

how else

 

I am drilling down into the new page

 

all ladders up

one falls in

 

old messages read

 

fishing and treetops too

 

a mulberation

 

these all as have been let

 

and take the ages for example

least of us they are

 

so many take offs, landings

 

these all familiar signs

 

grey in the ponder

wilderness willing

 

this is a worlding just where we are

 

call it hunger, thirst

just say can’t be helped

 

grey of it and pondswim

 

there’s no other sphere will do

 

I am turning a leaf till it’s new

    not just any

 

how the day puts out

 

I’m all around the day adorning

 

far afoot

 

get dizzy to be gone

 

here’s chance of leaving self behind

and gaze off in the blue

 

then

ink of sky when starring –

that’s seeing to the furthest edge

 

collected, such as these thoughts

 

round again and round

now here

it must be where I’ve found you