1889
6.62
3.iii.25
afoot
where I am
someone looks out of the tree
just on spec
there could be a standoff
in the mown place
pond however grown in
some feather sky fallen
scribble down
the peaches
as high as they’re peachless
though I’d
happily fees the birds
here’s wallaby
+1
in and out of
the pouch
for fun
afoot
as apprised of
we, in this
communion
the little
and the least
speechless!
so set out in
just one’s head
dinner for spiders
dinner for birds
in a hilltop breeze
in the book
and far
off on the old adventure
for an act of balancing
sometimes afloat as well
in the bird bath
(common or garden)
with wings
set out
on foot
scaling trunk of tree
half the time upside down
day as you
see
is coming and
going
like the
chase of shade or sun
speech of
ducks the kookas drown
sometimes the
whole branch
or a shadow takes
off
I make a
midst in which to be
to stop’s
a matter of
not going on
stand
anywhere
then world’s
your stage
you’re
audience of one
much beckoned
so again
afoot
can you feel
it?
the
tremendous urgency
of place?
of any place?
of anywhere
you are?
go on!
I think of
these as rounds –
the dell – a
hollow hatted from the sky
the open
orchard
my slow climb
clouds!
though never
twice the same
made for and
from horizon
it’s after
five
and I still
take the shaded shore
here come the
swampies
red bill,
white arse and blue between
they walk
water, climb reeds
none of it to
entertain me
easy to say ‘I
should try to be more like them’
try to get
used to
not proving a
thing
remove the
causes as remote
skip
teleology
knowing everyone here is a conscript
no one volunteered to be born
yet here we are afoot
on someone’s country
at such a time
in starlight if at all
one gathers
all of this to the page
there’s very
little required
time comes to
the place
and time has
been
see here’s a
little fire of sticks
where winter
yet will be
