Monday, March 5, 2018

Kit Kelen #794 - back to the garden


794
back to the garden


where I was never

trees anyway about
to point

I call it 'the unfinished'

fits me
and I'm shaped to it

with never enough attention

lie down among these certain flowers
in this particular opening

petals fallen where the rain stands

hunted as far as here
everything for a first time

all visits
you won't count the calling cards

sometimes see the arrows
motion in everything still

come by way of all-before

there are the named times
and then the animal is us

wine soaked on a veranda over
guessing at the heavens

road brought us
and the road goes on

frog set up the rhythm
birds re-strung the stave
and just as thin
this air
notes gone

a tangle of it minds me
of what's not and who isn't here

in earth and worm away
ant steady
nod to meet
and whiff
this turn

it makes a maze of seeing
here because I'm here

we call a treaty for the garden

this is our allowing

the care for me is this

wisp of peace mused on in war

where I was never
must be now

sprinkle of stardust
that's me

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