#1975 - windblown and birchbent

 

1975

6.149

29.v.25

windblown and birchbent

 

eclipsed

the eye itself is a map

wrapped for fleece, pinking in

 

road weaving, midge bitten

 

in a sheep coloured country

understorm lush

 

with luck all graze

 

trace of hair, drawn line

accidents of nest and bone

 

a weed breath depth

seed and lintel

 

broken tree upwashed

 

the body as heat until

pleasure of an instinct met

these are few

and how we’re here

we remain

 

as cauldron to, as kettle

 

all this year’s half shore wash

 

dark of the world is hiding this while

 

a drift in the ice in time

the sun lies very far

 

go in and further

under the map

 

until

the day’s all night as well

 

no one intended this

 

it’s stuffing a fish

with a sea with a ship

with the dream of a sailor to drown