#2077 - a bird calls in to see (for the Gore Cove Track - notes from yesterday's poetry walk)

 

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a bird calls in to see

Gore Cove Track Series

 

what was here where we are now

 

is it the sky in the puddle?

or why?

 

a cloud in the stream

so look up when you look down

 

steps descending

then rise to puff

 

the sky in the puddle

will later be sky

 

a boot and splash along

undream it

 

upstream and down

you hear stone run

you see where days have gone

 

.

 

light shifts

even without hours

 

there’s nothing to measure

the distance away

 

so many parts

not a chorus

 

a solid shade

this calling

 

I, too, grow out

grow up

 

 

 

.

 

standing in the creek

and glimpse it

 

from our occasional beach here note

the old waves in the stone

 

I know these voices

they’re gone

 

the dead tree

a trapeze of sorts

a first reach of the sky

 

.

 

further in till dark

 

sunsliver yet

 

never saw the hole in the tree

 

never saw that face before

 

.

 

the mangrove moment

 

is it the creek’s arrival?

is it the harbour laps here?

 

a tidescoop brittle

to eyes’ touch

 

a chattering

 

if there’s a bridge

we’re one way, another

half way, and always across

 

 

.

 

starling and swift

the cockies along

 

older than fallen leaves

 

.

 

sometimes it’s as if the sun comes with me

idle it would be to claim

the sun enjoys me too

 

.

 

still furl in furl out

 

much of the world has been eaten

the rest will be delicious

 

.

 

never arriving but note

 

older than fallen leaves

the dead tree

 

older than we

the living stream

 

 

 

 

 

senryu

 

counting syllables is for losers

the poem turns and turns again

and turns in its own time