#2198 - two poems -- Sunday afternoon, do you ever accept the whole of the sky?

 

2198

7.5

5.i.26

Sunday afternoon

the escape from words

 

in dim of day out and by biscuit

 

go on into time as yet unlived

 

escape from words into a picture

 

the one that is

the one will be

 

I cover time

it comes into the picture

 

follow along like a pup

 

there’s danger

 

time has me covered

shots ring out a ricochet

 

I mean to traipse

 

the armour of words wears me out

 

at last this breath of air

 

the poem calls tomorrow

and now we’ll say today

 

I remember it now

how to be

 

to be gone

to be wordless away

 

to know my own beyond

 

I remember

the lightning in the mind

the thunder in the heart

 

 

 

 

do you ever accept the whole of the sky?

 

it’s a stretch admittedly

goes on

 

day piles

with what a weight of sky

 

blue is just a day of it

and there are deeps of blue

pale to fade

 

come queue the clouds

or crowd them on

 

by wisp, by feather, bone

 

a sky will turn

has, does

 

and then for dark

come stars

 

we’ve never been

 

to entertain the illusion of distance

 

there’s up in the air

and where there’s none

 

there’s all of the beyond in it

sky, I mean

 

did you know it’s revolving?

and made of not quite nothing

 

you could think the one breath

 

even in the stillness so

 

you’re just as absolute a part

 

there’s an over paddock hammering

a rumble up away

 

insects come to land

 

imagine

 

here where I’ve not seen you before

 

it’s as with night we sleep to

 

the weather all at once

 

it’s where you’re fallen from

you rise

 

do you ever accept the whole of the sky?

 

will you?

won’t you?

why?