Kit Kelen #680 - jungle comes

680

jungle comes

so quiet dark

the jungle comes

night fallen to it

where I have not been

so sleep and all light

comes to this

it has its resident wings and tunes

is chorded with arc

sight lines

bark strewn

and like the snake come squeezing round

all within rain conjuring

the corners grow against

so dusty time must sit indoors

because there is the weather

and all among the colours

one green tendril finds an in

you make a picture

but the thing's alive

roof yourself

blow, wash away

clock rots

there are no hours here

timber down is ants'

all fall to the jungle

here is the maze

and library of potions

best refuge of the unseen

you make the mind a garden

throw open and the jungle comes

the pages of it tell to none

unless we stop to say

my own resemble

where I find a way

leaves turn

and turn again

who dares to call this home

has to be travelling here