Kit Kelen #877 - first-thing-iferous

877

first-thing-iferous

a song

say

voice

see the first thing birds

in a clear blue dewfall

first sun struck

first trees up

and I come after

stretch never as well

as them

they are mighty

high for me

then I begin

to trudge

my trudge

I do it in first steps

stand in a cloud of myself

come still

first webs

where someone

has been working

night scat left

first to find

moss lit

and we'll work up to it

then time has no idea

it's seasoned

we must wait for news

invent a radio for that

expect no plot

not motive, clue

there is a cosy firstness

tucked last into the dream that was

come to me world

and we're well met

in every miracle of sight

then I could be the camera

first thing before a shutter falls

in the pond a fine reflection

make first haiku there

like a landing

imagine first eyes saw this valley whole

firm forested, singed here, there

now first mist to lift

and all our days are tin about

paddocked pasture

see how the rambling

shack made home

of all we were first for

it's every day

this beginning again

the age of us is struck

and when we're gone we're here

the order of business is us

how we see it

breakfast is towards an ethic

everything to be done