#1854 - to breeze it

 

1854

6.27

27.i.25

to breeze it

on the way

for The Gore Cove Track Series

 

I like to vanish on the track

absent myself

be gone

 

pause now

and here and there

 

leaf through

to harbour thoughts

to hoof along

 

duck, brush and weave

the foliage through

 

scrub tussle

get the mangrove whiff

 

find footing where apt

under low branches

 

to spread out like the sky

wash in

 

and all the while

a world runs by

for better and for worse

hum, roar

upstairs, out there

 

and best ignore it

 

see tallest tops reflected

trickle of the stream beside

 

cite frond and cliff

make steep of things

an afternoon of

 

puddle yet

though days from rain

 

I like to note a feather fallen

 

to guess the way where

truth be told

I’d rather be more lost

 

to grow still like the stone

and then  

 

until the final bright

until the last winged song

 

absent myself

be gone

and breeze it

vanished to the track