Kit Kelen #920 - cloudly

920

cloudly

in simple hours

each succeeding

cast one way, another

with light

as some clock caught

set out or free

or cloudlessly

kingfisher sat

or lit with only other stars

uncounted, merely passing

I could be somewhere else

or someone

vanishing into this one moment

where I stand

the breeze has blown itself away

a minute past

a long time

in all the years ago were once

and just as I remember

a wrong notation

have passed in time

and pass for it

a shadow crept across

and ripple to the pond tip

come to the world acts its age

I, too, unseen, all crossings out to here

landings!

leavings!

I am no splash

in all the ages past, to come

I don't believe I am observed

there is no judgement in it

strings have this

the fretted kind

in every new disguise

time passes for me

into this moment

where I stand

and vanishing

and gone