#2252 - sometimes a trail

 

2252

7.59

1.iii.26

sometimes a trail

ekphrastic for Rover Thomas’ 1984 ‘Country called Red Butte

 

sometimes a trail’s perimeter

 

could be sand inside

might have blown here

 

could be where fence will be

could blur

 

as sun comes blinding

 

night in our presence then

 

sometimes rain frames

 

or fork off here

 

see mountain side on

 

there’s thirst

 

the boundary blows down

 

you won’t see moongleam

 

all sorts won’t

 

we’re made of stone

 

we’re travelling sometimes

 

how do we go?

 

great stretches

 

whiff of invisible prints

 

you’ll see back to where you’re from

 

a gust of years reshapes

 

the journey home

 

we’re on the trail

we’re following

 

it’s after life

all this 

#2251 - come out into the sun

 

2251

7.58

28.ii.26

come out into the sun

assertions of presence

haiku/ senryu set for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

come out into the sun

lizard hunting

I can’t see you either

 

dragonflight

leaf breeze twirling

the singing high up goes unseen

 

mangrove tide wading

noon still, plash

city hum behind

 

in the remnants of the fire

a flower

this was long ago

 

in all the broad harbour

world washing up

look down and you’ll see the sky

 

rhythm of words

feet follow

so we go

 

walk faster than the sun

to keep my skin

plain white

 

pause to catch a breath uphill

one line down

go on

 

the leaf blower

‘enough bloody noise pollution’

I yell at the top of my lungs

 

there isn’t a track

I have no camera

wilds are away in me

 

step after step

after step after step

not even nearly gone

#2250 -- around some unnamed cape

 

         

2250

7.57

27.ii.26

around some unnamed cape

ekphrastic for Girolamo Nerli’s 1890 ‘The Voyagers’

 

wrapped almost faceless for the weather

 

angle at the world to come

flimsy rail dividing

 

this sea would fill the frame

 

deck is a mirror awash

 

sea’s higher than the ship

 

but better up here

than rolling bunk blind

 

green gill white knuckle clench either way

 

hard tweed man, long of beard

pockets his watch for safety

who knows what time’s out here?

 

he can remember higher crags

 

delivers the words of solace to

or take them for a mock

 

all this is so’s to be gone

all this is to arrive 

#2249 -- the light is singing

 

2249

7.56

26.ii.26

the light is singing

for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

picture it

tree leaning to assist

 

just a phrase

ledge jutting

 

eyes down too

 

and the fallen

 

all the washed up world

a mangrove creek meet

that’s arriving!

it’s care makes the way

track is a trick of the feet

picture stone for a stillness

voices behind and voices ahead

are we not perching?

ant hollowed

not a breeze to carve

bark, of its own accord

comes down when the yay high sun’s to burn

stumps, fresh shoots

it goes around, but it’s not a clock

there isn’t a wheel

it’s snout along, leash led

that’s the track come after me

 

I make it up as I go

#2248 -- everyone looks down

 

2248

7.55

25.ii.26

everyone looks down

ekphrastic for Marshall Claxton’s 1851 ‘The Dickinson Family’

 

they make of opportunity

a locket, clean hands, the tight cravat

 

little princess coiffed

 

frame gilt

 

so rosy, later patronize

 

they all know who they must be

 

they must never see where they are

#2247 - out in the blue

 

2247

7.54

24.ii.26

out in the blue

for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

a Sunday stillness yet

 

and mossed

 

strew of such marks as if come to question

 

from the far roar

from the low hum

 

summer all year here

 

tripstone leafmat

sun in the ears

 

shadows pass over

cast under

 

cicada for an unseen chorus

 

buttress aerial and adventitious

 

things tenuous and trail off at pace

 

a splash – that’s what?

 

under creek and over cloud

that’s for accusation

 

run dry

 

everything whole here

shown to its height

 

float like a buoy in the midst

 

as if we all here for the vanish

 

then out of the blue

a breeze with my name

 

make traces of things forgotten

traces of things as yet unknown 

 

all some sort of singing

all some kind of dance 

#2264 - desideratum

 

2246

7.53

23.ii.26

desideratum

 

I want a window green to look out

not so fussed what

who’ll say weed?

 

I want the sun to fall

rain spoken

let them sing

 

I want a world come in

or air and mere vacancy

an option on the otherwise

 

insect insectivorous

no law but jungle

no clock but skin

 

a pile of years

and we’re on top

scratch of claw

 

pry beak

up bark up trunk

hold tight

 

it’s been a climb

to get so close

I want clouds for conversation

 

continents of mist at drift

I want a heaven blue

I want to take this time

 

 

 

#2245 -- they are all of them telling me

                                   

2245

7.52

22.ii.26

they are all of them telling me

 

have you sensed the urgency?

 

talking their heads off

 

each distinct as any other

 

the ant uniquely nest minded

 

the birds and the trees have a message for me

 

and sometimes in a voice like mine

 

it is for telling out the darkness

they are bringing on the light

 

a pumpkin speaks to me in vine

 

of course they are from another world

why would they know my name?

 

every word is a world

 

I always will be that thing I am

 

no two leaves the same

 

tread on my own toes

 

I think that what they are saying is

‘not yet’

‘we are still here’

#2244 -- not a bot

 

2244

7.51

21.ii.26

not a bot

(entrapment)

 

it’s only money they want this time

 

eyes in my head

after the dark

they know’s there

they put it

 

here, type this

or if you’re blind

 

it’s the they – this that

where’s trust today?

 

no more than gathered dust

 

it was an institution

 

we leaf out

 

they say it’s the last heatwave of summer

 

like hope

but then fear was our range

 

those were the days

 

it’s just that we’re each a statistical fact

 

I live at the edge of the weather 

#2243 -- all for a song

 

2243

7.50

20.ii.26

all for a song

uncalendrical

 

your guess

 

they are first with the sun for a conjure

 

so flit and somewhere soar

 

tangle the air in their time’s faster

 

between leaf of skies as blue

as yet to fall

 

bearers of twig

who knows what hunch?

 

all ways now lit

tree’s down

then dance

 

outnesting

 

carry as season on into next

 

home of lice and less

fearlessly aerobatic

 

all hearts with them away

 

your guess

#2242 -- a mind is made of elsewhere

 

2242

7.49

19.ii.26

a mind is made of elsewhere

 

at other times

at all times

and everywhere we are

 

it’s everything till now

mind is

 

best foot forward with

and even without

 

say selfless

it’s from otherwise

from far

 

from words and ways unknown

 

it goes on

as it always was

 

mind won’t remember beginning

 

you won’t even know when it stops