#1957 - what makes me wonder is worthwhile

 

two poems for wise surprise

1957

6.131

11.v.25

what makes me wonder is worthwhile

 

where I play is just this

a sky a screen

will speak

 

be careful to remember

 

we are building a mirror bigger than the world

 

words must fall somewhere

 

stories change us

 

the great pile toppling

pacman with deckchairs

 

the poem shapes the day the page

 

I push a finger in – there’s one!

 

that’s while and where we’re gone

 

my canvas

I dig here

lie down

and let bury

 

a drink? and for whom?

 

speak to me as from afar

I’ll be ten hours behind

 

a ladder is falling for us here

 

I have to believe where I am

 

 

 

 

 

the odd miraculous

 

come from a corner

into the midst

 

sometimes become another

often not where wished

 

I am quite

how are you?

 

anyone else could be

 

we’re under the order of things

 

sometimes even without looking

 

days as if nothing had ever been meant

 

and that’s time spoken for