#2207 -- day middles out

 

2207

7.14

14.i.26

day middles out

for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

you could walk all the way

between lines some days  

 

say breeze please

hunt down shade

 

just foot fallen after foot

 

and where you touch a tree

there are deeps

that’s the sky come down

 

roots are sometimes a seaserpent dive

there’s the bay bedside

 

in certain falls of bark, a sign

 

day middling

water dragon power naps

turkey to kip retired

 

it’s all of this picture made   

middlemost

 

come to a stillness so

 

I think the centre of the day

 

they say an army can sleep marching

each else folded in

 

you can see how I’m here when I’m not

from these lines

 

a kookaburra startup then

 

the eye is a thing

just as guessed

but for the stone

still night – another world

 

and someone pumps this all around

keep a head at the top of the heart

 

the setting off just so

 

just waiting

for a sunshower

for a rainbow

waiting for the shade to follow me home

waiting for a star to fall 

#2206 -- in memoriam Renee Nicole Good

 

2206

7.13

13.i.26

in memoriam Renee Nicole Good

the state murders a poet

 

in case you haven’t noticed

hate has passed beyond the realm of theory

 

hate and the lies that enable

and the lies that follow on

 

of course it’s not my country

how can I comment

from my safe distance

 

the state murders a poet

forgives itself right away

 

‘nothing to see here’ says the state

we all do our duty

it was self defence

 

of course I could never have known her

my impression is she was for humanity

considered the other creatures as well

 

I know, without doubt, why she was there –

because of care, because of love

that’s why

 

why they come after her, even dead

with hate and the lies that enable

and the lies that follow on

 

one cannot know what anyone was thinking

but I know that a gun smells of hate

smells of a gun

 

the wielders of terror bandy the word

 

and we know their lies for lies

you won’t need to think very far

to get there

 

you can see, anyone can

hate and the lies that enable

and the lies that follow on

 

a poet dies at the hands of the haters

 

is it the hate state now?

have we already come so far?

 

let this be the turning now

 

we will remember her 

#2205 -- in the night

 

2205

7.12

12.i.26

in the night

 

wake to worry

any least thing does

 

a thought misplaced

my hat gone where

 

a door slams

who knows?

 

round as a pill

I’m the bone to worry

 

still here in the night

 

tell yourself not a real place

 

defenceless, yet survived to here

 

flocks of and lamb white hills

 

snow on the set in the after hours

 

how if you looked up

there’s be too much far

 

stars, moon stray

 

one touches

 

and one wave over

 

shames waking

where from riches part

 

close eyes

and know

no choice but trust

the machine’s apart

 

know

night comes again

 

 

 

#2204 - we are otherworldly

 

2204

7.11

11.i.26

we are otherworldly

suddenly Sunday when it felt like that all of the month

 

extra-calendrical

 

we wave our antennae

fireworks, cosy up and coo

 

we are inkling with far stars

         and weightless

 

slow on the uptake

loose with your fact

 

we are under some misapprehension

 

nor can this music be written but is

 

some say destined

 

whimsical farts hang in the air

 

yes you can see through us

but different every time

 

here to ghost

diaphanous

 

we will soon be gone

 

it’s back to sleep we go 

#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

 

#2202 -- a tentative presence

 

2202

7.9

9.i.26

a tentative presence

being biological, ripe

 

 

conch of your breath beside

all the world’s dream

 

forget the thing before

 

lemon falls

a far south sun

 

we plead with the cows to stop

 

even through a wall you’ll hear day

you can tell by the light

 

it keeps coming

one can’t carry off

 

neither able to leave

nor take it all with me

 

long, foreshortened, fisheye

room’s different every time

 

it’s all the treetops sway to this

it’s everyone will sing

#2201 - silk water in the Sunday month

 

2201

7.8

8.i.26

silk water in the Sunday month

 

year ended

no other begun

 

among trees taller

a so brisk breeze as blue

 

eyes round

at the day

at a run

 

one claims the privilege of nowhere

 

it’s often the case we wake to what was

 

in every flower bright

some sun

 

this cannot be relied upon

 

one fears a wall of fire