#1671 - first light

 

1671

5.210

29.vii.24

first light

 

was a Sunday shone

 

the curtain cracks

moon motes spun

 

gentle with the all first seen

everything still to say

 

was round as a pancake

sweet as jam

 

what was this?

and

why are we?

 

the legs of the track

take on day

 

first light held

a wizard’s sword

in the first bright rays

 

here were galoshes

shining past mud

 

treetops gathering to breeze

melted like butter away

 

abrupt with the forms

with the lines

 

from which we would loosen time

 

there weren’t the words back then

 

it was always that we’d get a job

grow up, decide

keep faith like cockerspaniel

a King Charles

 

call it fate

to forget all these questions  

 

we were always bound to forget ourselves

how the world was once first lit