#1450 - THE POEM

 

1450

4.354

21.xii.23

the poem

for wise surprise

 

no precious

but so long since

rough edged

rolling with the globe

 

a full colour

day traipse

 

come shy

coax for fate

 

never quite round

but turning

 

a kind of howl

bark off as we go

 

the poem knows me by heart

else you’d never tell

 

time fashions as all

in the leaf

and under

where

 

I always knew that something was hidden

 

tossed off to turn the dime

and several times a day too

 

skin just as centuries since

the pleasure itch up

 

sun comes for us here

 

it sooths to sing

as far foretelling

 

pictures such as never seen

 

it was all of my life to find out

 

splat!

that was poem ground zero

a palpable hit

 

just as on our way

a soothing and a provocation

 

many full flushed

in the grip

 

ahead of itself

and all of us

like the blind stick

 

the poem makes its own weather

like fire

 

and here’s a nextness

brief, necessary

 

it moulds an eye to underspell

in form of the waiting word

 

a pinch and a punchline

prick to the conscience too

press on

 

it is so secret far

and bites

 

at the border of sense

all documents lost

 

just this pleading

 

so that after

some one of us must see

what there is to do

 

a little oxygen, some light

 

one day break through to it

so find this other world