Friday, October 5, 2018
Kit Kelen #1008 - unbidden
1008
unbidden
the poem grew strangely into itself
like a tree that stands where it will be
limb come back to the trunk
makes you look again to tell it’s true
that was the thing you saw today
made itself a poem
trapped here in my own rain
a bird still like bark in the branches
fallen, or arced in flight
in here
one thing’s another
nicely proportioned so
as if it always were, would be
but we had to think it up
once and never for all
ghost of the little man inside
I felt it for a certain light
it was the star I saw fall
nothing we already know here
come blank to be
the only way
the poem in itself
we make to understand
I myself will not know yet
tells who’s in the mirror though
when it’s right there’s
this little music we make
grew strangely
unseen till it was now in another not-forever
and just for as long as it lasts
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we meet creation
how soon a sprig
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then we'll be tree