#2125 - all for the light, this reaching

 

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all for the light, this reaching

Gore Cove Track Series

 

it’s in the stem

it’s in the leaf

it’s every ant must inch along

and these are not the least

 

brush turkey heap scratching

shy for a chick

 

these are unremembered days

 

all for the light this reaching

a down delve for the dark till too

 

and the eye?

in all, how else?

hardly here at all, a glimmer

 

words come waking

there’s nothing needs a name

 

but still, for light, the reaching

sky is the picture of time

 

clouds travel

clouds are gone

 

night falls to us

the breath goes on

it’s in the thick

we see how far

 

the stone at chore

the seed unseen

yet breaking soil

 

creek’s slow then still then vanished

 

there’s nothing said at all 

#2124 - there is no escape from meaning

 

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there is no escape from meaning

 

you close your eyes, it’s there from scratch

and there, we’ve said it now

 

can you imagine such a place?

year’s dot, it’s all horizon

the images crowd in

 

of course you climb the walls

we’ve all been here before

there isn’t an elsewhere yet

 

but everything was here to begin

 

the animal is implicated

 

make a list

stump up

think of a silence

begins with…?

 

there’s no stillness like a tree

 

you’d like just the innocent squawk, scratch

 

you wade out from the shore but

here’s all the sea says

fishspeak and the rolling rhythm

a conch in the mind of time

means all this

 

thing bequeathed

each wonder a sign

 

nonsense is the best of it

 

tomorrow vanish

we were born to this

and why?

who knows?

 

I didn’t say makes sense

 

but can you see the dark I’ve said?

will you tend my bright?

 

such are the bones

 

peer out in the dust of doing

 

it’s always some winged thing wants in

         

who’s at my window now?

ne eblas eskapi de signifo

vi fermas viajn okulojn, ĝi estas tie de nulo

kaj tie, ni jam diris ĝin

ĉu vi povas imagi tian lokon?

jaro punkto, ĝi estas ĉio horizonto

la bildoj amasiĝas

kompreneble vi grimpas la murojn

ni ĉiuj jam estis ĉi tie antaŭe

ne estas ankoraŭ aliloke

sed ĉio estis ĉi tie por komenci

la besto estas implikita

faru liston

pensu pri silento

preparu vin

komenciĝas per…?

ne estas trankvileco kiel arbo

vi ŝatus nur la senkulpan kriegon, graton

vi vadas for de la bordo sed

jen ĉio, kion diras la maro

fiŝlingvo kaj la ruliĝanta ritmo

konko en la menso de tempo

signifas ĉion ĉi

aĵo testamentita

ĉiu miro signo

sensencaĵo estas la plej bona el 

morgaŭ malaperu

ni naskiĝis por ĉi tio

kaj kial?

kiu scias?

mi ne diris havas sencon

sed ĉu vi povas vidi la mallumon, kiun mi diris?

ĉu vi zorgos pri mia brilo?

tiaj estas la ostoj

rigardu en la polvo de farado

ĉiam iu flugilhava aĵo volas eniri

kiu estas ĉe mia fenestro nun?

#2123 - wilt

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wilt

in the great heat

 

once upright

thus beckoned

to parrot bright

 

in full leaf

so much insect

tricked from the air

 

everyone out to flower

as if there were no choice now

 

limp with

 

old summer dread

 

entropic

wallaby lain to shade

 

edged by breeze

in the bindi eye time

 

day bites and night bites too

 

little insects that won’t

I go round killing them

but they’re too many

 

I need the vac

 

wait for the koel to come

 

they say today is Thursday

where’s evidence of that? 

#2122 - breathing

 

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breathing

 

it’s not like anything winged to fall to us

but bus comes

the familiar door sunshone

   it’s a breeze                       step in

 

be responsible

 

you cannot know what you’ve been signed up for

 

in a certain place at a certain time

 

of course bitten

this thing crosses your path

 

I walk for my words

they’re by the way

 

time crept to a fidget then

and that’s where we’re gone

 

in the end only words

and each a death

 

you won’t have noticed the revolution

             our rotation

things all moving on

 

we with them

 

does it occur to you

to live in the moment of a tune?

 

that this is as far as we go

 

no choice but sparkle now

 

#2121 - to fill the blank

 

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to fill the blank

for wise surprise

 

to vast it

 

take on the great between

 

take time with me

excuse a self just to be

 

here we paint the weather

there, take off our heads

 

I begin with nothing

or that’s a trick of light

 

all upward of the eye

 

a parrot drops its message

we have heard this before

 

page is a hill and climb

 

was always where I was headed

 

you’ve got to be a little breathless

have to exercise a fear

 

limber in

draw own conclusions

 

be the breeze and wing it

go for the long rhyme

 

wear a helmet for the tough patch

 

things fly into me

 

I tread the path my treading’s made

 

dive

draw up a well’s worth

old socks and coins, the verdigris

 

there’s a moon held in view

 

credible as cash

the canvas of value to be assigned

the floating worth this that, the other

 

own cloud

where else is there to be?

 

to stare out this our sky

 

sometimes make a run for it

if the coast is clear

 

take it as a dare

all hindrance let

 

this was always where I was headed

 

call it my bounden duty

 

fill up what space there is 

#2120 - give to the world

 

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give to the world

poem for Diwali

 

light’s victory

this stretch of word

breath entailed

 

wondering what day

an echo

ship so bridge so sea

these wheels and a fire away

 

this wink and wonder

                best wing on

 

with sparkle

 

in flit of which

candlepower

 

the little car and another in it

top of the hill to explore

 

brightest lamps are furthest

are time beginning

 

with bounce through webs

on a mulberry day

 

today’s new sky

laid wove

breezeless

 

one city, another

 

we leave a trail of years behind

 

and this is for forever

I set it all down to be lost

 

the under over word

not yet still with

 

lines for the book of the gone

 

a getaway from it all

 

such as my ruins are

 

#2119 - truth of a tree

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truth of a tree

 

is only as great as its least leaf

as the ant along

 

good news!

 

and tell rain’s frenzy

 

tell out the wind

and the still

 

truth of a tree is only in standing

 

a leaf falls for presage

dry, to be soil

 

none of this requires belief

 

whose web in the bole?

whose scat is that?

 

a tree is all these accidents

 

and, one day, falls, as all

so soil from which another

 

so seed to stretch

play tendril, toil

 

such is a tree’s truth

#2118 - the fog

 

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the fog

yours truly

 

sometimes you’ll wake up not there

 

last idea left

yesterday’s a light year gone

 

that is, of course, a distance on foot

 

my cloud unknowing now

 

and why?

none remember

least of all

 

the order as in any bird

 

a picture takes your day apart

but you can still be here

 

woke in this cloud for a habit

knew words but not from where

 

why should a person be named?

 

in all the green far of was, tell me

 

how one pill is another, head further

then the heart apace

 

that’s the aliens

no insect than bigger

 

still this music lives

 

one morning woke up without

should sharpen something else how

polish my own mist

 

there are days one ought

 

and I expect you to join the dots

who else but

 

leafless in my own treetops

 

it’s any head my own

 

don’t you worry about me

I know what day it is

 

do you feel that a day is missing?

 

still this music lives