#1469 - afloat

 

1469

5.8

8.i.24

afloat

for a field guide to Australian clouds

 

in my cloud socks

happy too

 

some say a birthday

goes on all year

 

I, myself, of gossamer

trip

 

as biscuits together in the one tin

as feet, they are few, these socks

 

in them

I nothing fear

 

here leave half a mind in dreams

 

their sweet time too

 

so much of our vanishing

mists the clocks

 

for past the mountaintops such socks

they’re for over the trees

 

it’s how I like to travel

 

step lightly in them

lest we unravel

 

lest day comes apart

at the seams