Kit Kelen #111 - look up

111

look up

best line of sight

with a little mist from anywhere

dew set in a shaft

to catch the right angle

things fall to a first sun

hear the creak high up

the chatter piles on like leaves then

and there are birds nag till they're sheep

when no water runs

in the turns of the track

in the line of the roof

the way the twig bends to the breeze

all these definite articles

strange signs

as if I were foreshadowed

one doesn't remember much of course

but it's the words and the way things are held

like a look in your eye or any old love beam

by the light of which I know

I dreamt a lot to be here

I dreamt a long long way

takes so little time to vanish

an instant gone

because we've n/ever been before

and n/ever come again