Kit Kelen #216 - afoot

216

afoot

something is

and will the wind?

before the storm

a fire's propitious

much motion is capable of place

here's a say of crows

and a crossing of the more colourful

years go to mulch

distributed afoot

come still in it

feel the world revolve

at the magic point of the place

a mystery like acupuncture

how lost centuries crop up

just where you esteem them

and there's furthest point

(compassed imagining)

quite close

like night around a fire

the coming and the going

how we know we're here