#1839 - can the day be fire?

1839

6.12

12.i.25

can the day be fire?

poem for LA

 

if once when green grew all around

trees held high

and here’s the sea

 

then can the day be fire?

 

an always opening

summer say

shade and dapple

breeze to sweet

or any season on

 

under dark, delving

tendril too

 

and mind was where?

round round a star

 

sky is always coming

this is what we spin for

 

it’s just this blue dot

me and you

 

then can the day be fire?

 

cadaver dogs search through for

wreck of dreams

can they be gone?

 

then there’s our argument with the weather

dream devils you can blame

we’re here

 

‘when the time comes’

that’s what the radio says

 

can fire be all the day that is?

 

can day still stand

where trees held high

and here’s the sea beside

 

how all the humming burb was home

 

this sky is coming for us

 

as easily the flame grows up

we conjured this, you know

 

and smoke?

who’ll see it through?

 

ash after all?

will we?

 

here’s unwitting

and despite an ocean

 

all this to honour our sun