#1914 - among these trees to which I belong

 

1914

6.87

28.iii.25

among these trees to which I belong

 

 

eyes up, afoot

where I’m possessed

 

making

as all are

 

in the image

a forest of words just

each a picture or

 

turn one over with a stick

 

see the others under

trudge

look up!

 

take a rise

full the fruit

 

there’s nothing must

 

a flight of song reminding

how often I’m borne off

 

and then no am

no self

no I

 

some question

and it blows away

 

to make a crown of mists

if wander, make it riff

 

look up!

 

to shine the leaf

come sun

come rain

 

a hutch and hide me shy

well slept

 

call it a community

it consists of calls

 

to task, to tribute

to tell out time

 

most you make out

but try

 

then in the air and under

every necessary inch

 

let me assure you

there’s nothing decided

 

we’re up to our next tricks