Kit Kelen #1040 - in the little world

1040

in the little world

Lake Matheson, Fox Glacier

in a forest of the stuff

grey through

trickle of how many greens

through this light

?

curled, twirled

leaf lorne

breathless up

afoot

and slippery down

moss high

mist dripping

in the towering ferns

ask who's lived this way

this far

see into the weather

how the future is told here

in our own breath

standing

until gone

the big view wouldn't worry me

creek under either side

hear running

light carries off in every direction

this is the cloud to be in

led by

a stump is a bird

nothing points straight

nor the trees

nor the track

you could be sun struck

taken in

light brings the eye along

deep in the walking falls

then out of nowhere

the far ice shows

a world still not quite gone

laid down

to rot

sprung up

in the little world

see yourself

fogged for a mirror

hard to believe it all

under this secret

someone is hiding

holding breath

and waiting

waiting till I'm gone