#1829 - here's luck

 

 

1829

6.1

1.i.25

here’s luck

several omens

 

the kookaburras for a first thing sign

cicada in web

a dragonflight

 

it echoes in us

 

they are

someone living in my head

 

names words given

words names we chose

 

in the unsun

 

martyr to what?

 

all mourn for the gone year

 

each day as with the news must weep

 

a map is a ladder of course

 

there are things unknown in a house

 

for instance the year right now

 

grey of my hands in this

 

we multitude of makers

craving the little attention there is

 

we are all so unlikely

yet too much precious sentience

 

my own stillness

travels in a bird

by light

 

and tip to leaf it

claw up

tuck under

beak speak too

 

it’s one in another my dark

 

same day to end the year

 

world of fear and doubt

 

in my small way

(nor legible)

it’s not that I am beginning again

 

but drift along

here too

 

resolve to

take no prisoners

 

if you like

 

call it a premonition

this not minding

when I’m gone

 

but for now

summer is biting still