1980 - these are the clouds at the top of the world

 

1980

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these are the clouds at the top of the world

 

horizon biding, hill high

a parliament of them

 

it’s constant work, the mapping 

as with the moss

in the falls of this rain

the peak-over clouds of the edge

 

like the sea, as it shapes along

 

they are ours

 

tap on a cloud for memory

come in come in, you’re welcome

 

great shadows spent here

froth of old godsbreath

floss of time spending

 

a forest of the least folk

cast about their spells

knit like the grass

spore of more

 

hung for a lonely hope of washing

 

travellers all, breeze and go

each unlike another

 

they’re up in the day

for wherever we are

 

mountains are making us here