#1663 - to begin with

 

1663

5.202

21.vii.24

to begin with

 

there was no power

but the sun and the storm

 

we’d scratch with a stick

 

we were stock still

on foot and away

 

to begin with

 

song

we’d call that a bird

 

music making me

 

we were out in the weather

 

you could count

on the toes of a tribe

 

colours once we’d named them

 

laughter brought on a joke

 

it was that sun shone through all things

 

there weren’t many dots to join

but we enlisted

a candle’s breath

 

that was night itself

 

made a moon

 

inside of each an ache of bones

and that was just to begin

 

we were watching the wind

listening for sky

 

we’d not yet brought down

 

someone spoke

an outrage

 

it was wild goose

it was fool’s errand

 

a treetop thing

we were swayed

 

it was as if we’d all gone camping

forgot the lot

 

it was the fire decided

 

suddenly Sunday

down tools

 

a tickle in

 

all this was

just to begin