#2210 -- joy of the track, that it’s never the same

 

2210

7.17

17.i.26

joy of the track, that it’s never the same

Gore Cove Track Series

 

some days, the sideways eye to have me

sometimes just the weather

 

it’s every conversation’s an elsewhere

like the harbour – how a sea comes in

 

wings are, shall we say, arriving

frond is to unfurl

 

everything of Earth has fallen

everyone rose up

 

there’s how a creek’s come down

a breeze presides it all

 

and the rubbing – let’s call that time

we’re abandoned here

 

even to the last leaf’s light

even far in treetop

 

what creature will not ask

what sky is up today