Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Kit Kelen #634 - the house at home



634
the house at home

has no wish to be finished
which of us will call?
it’s all doors and windows to breathe

for floor
well deeps
face is those eyes into ours

the house whom fire and storm address
from all this burden of standing, of here

some centuries have slept
it’s all these moments by hand

and ceiling
hands hold off cinders
when the mountain comes

this is where the maze treads to
and in it are more gardens
so I have read somewhere

a forest of webs indoors
so we are caught to fall
all improvised
imagine a list of names

the house has a good stretch of a morning
you’ll come to light inside
house on track from standing one day
smoke from a stack going nowhere

at a distance you’ll admire
all tricks of how someone
once whistled it up

there isn’t the one flat surface to press
but seeing in
you’ll travel

time for everything
and come cloud
pass across a window
how many will watch that long?

right now it’s radio
every ache worthwhile

maybe there’ll be rain
we pray
sunshine is a joy too

shell of a riddle
this standstill
a bird taps just at
seeing selves

come with an axe
no rings recording

the house is long in tooth
all learned silences

here too you must imagine soul
intentions can’t be read

it’s what the ants must bear away
and down where the dark is true

the house without a single wish
mere effort of will makes tall

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