Kit Kelen #1051 - pointing up (for a field guide to Australian clouds)

1051
pointing up
(for a field guide to Australian clouds)


written
is always to be here
a way

(I'm someone else's era)

and throw themselves together with
some words have been around before
risk
and it can be sudden
old

wrestle you for

death from the first breath
in every word

and some press up
through daisysoil

to bright with sun

in a word
not living anywhere
but pointed

for flower

how tossed, like love
to mean

is there no cave
where they were born?

some are going to school
must be morning

some words stay up late
to slur

drift all by
there's a lot of weather in them


call of the wild
and all allure

whatever I am fed
believe

sometimes explode over our heads
or trail along behind

a visible breath
you almost catch them

spread out
as with seas, skies
they conquer

or up in smoke words go

call it the clear air
where nothing's said

to rouse all spirits
as if day dawning

in a dustmote
otherworldly worlds
spin hieroglyphic

someone's in another room
you can't hear them then

call words back
will they come?

put them to bed
when the war is won

it's words wake me
up in the morning