#1907 - we are tether ended

 

1907

6.80

21.iii.25

we are tether ended

 

some days wake

just the bird singing in me

branch and leaf and sky

 

the day out there

bright fascination

 

all these calls

 

a dew spangle breakfast

 

down and deeper

to correct the bones

 

a train flushes through

or the tap persists

 

sometimes we come to the boil

 

the city fires up

like a printed circuit

 

as for myself

a shadow cast

 

wake misshapen

bend to a clock

 

tending patch

 

I see you see me

do the ears

 

colours never cave same

 

turns out

there never was sleep

 

day is a made up thing

 

a hop back into the pouch then

 

and so time begins