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my
meditation is a walk
my meditation is a walk
and learning not to see
all acres to do
but sunup through
whatever trees today are
let me a pond stillness
chorus of magpie
and the unseen thud
I run a ring
around myself
gather a blue above
for warm
see sun come to it
a natural
my flight's feet
upon the ground
my meditation is a walk
and yearning not to see
acres to do
soil is making everywhere
let's say it's a beckoning
and all obey the call
tree fallen wilderness
eucalypt risings
everything here
is crooked to reach
not a one here
has heard of true
but gives its all
to be
my meditation is a round
and ends begins
in here I am
it's time we have
and you can count
we everywhere require
a haircut
I'd rather wear time
like a coat
to season
with this country
Terrific poem.
ReplyDelete'learning not to see
ReplyDeleteall acres to do'
I need to learn that :)
Great poem, Kit. And enjoying the images.