#1278 - old friend (the dark)

 

1278

2.vii.23

4.184

old friend

winter poem

 

the dark delights

(hail full of grace)

these all directions where I’m home

 

grey gone to this

a winter midst

of minutes, hours

 

there’s nothing to be done with dark

better stay down

be all of a mind’s eye

 

one comes from a passage

of ages lit

a road runs by

 

the go again

the go round dark

so rarely under our own soil

 

and it’s eternal, vast

snug dark

where we tangle, fit

 

be warm

in the limb to limb

or spin out a blanket of stars

 

far thatched

keep a weather eye

else, thinking, you might trip

 

fantastic circuit of a self

this dark we grow from memory

and there’s an upstairs too

 

night of no moon

when no leaf stirs

a cellar in the heart

 

 

in well deeps of a doom

be flat

go like smoke

 

and sleep around the night

find welcome where you are

once wakeful

 

light yet to strike

lie very still for it

it comes

 

and calls

rings out the ears

like what’s it like (?)

 

you’ll curl into the nothing seen

that’s till you’ll believe

now you’ll see it

 

now you won’t

this yours

and you’re belonging to

 

this deep,

this friend

your dark