#1720 - out in it

 

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out in it

 

mind drifts

hear the pilgrim bells

 

it’s just the weight of days we carry

 

conversation for a stream as well

 

head drifts here

one follows

 

to cross again again

 

speech of the stream is with us still

 

the way instructs us

 

it dapples me, the light

 

there are times the cloud creeps up

is all afoot

as creature

tells

up through the bones

or in my head

 

the elsewhere leads

 

I start with a shirt the way takes

it give me a hat instead

 

where having been before

makes nimble

that’s rhythm where we were

we are

 

are we?

 

there are times you’ll feel you’re not here

or should not be

pinch nothing

 

it’s just the weight of days to carry

 

they wash away in the next breeze

they slough like a skin in the stream

 

and the river

is speaking round us

says

be where you are

don’t stay