#2203 - trying luck (thinking of Tasmania)

 

2203

7.10

10.i.26

trying luck

in the great heat, thinks of moving to Tasmania

 

we believed that a place was forever

it always felt as if

ideas too

and we were more there

even when we went away

it was a forest and grew

 

thought just of the old tricks

drew all the lines to sweat

sat pretty

smile of caution to the wind

(and it’s a big one)

there’s no tree as high

 

mountain to read

and mountain to write

stars to turn our heaven by

 

it’s always a risk

the garden turns us out

was just a thing we’d guessed

 

this was the place we sang to the light

 

flaming sword, serpent, ripe rout

one loses oneself in the picture

 

never thought of ourselves as blessed

 

lost heads in a game of skin

thought perhaps a prayer at the last

forgot it was this world we’re in