Kit Kelen #1152 - the waking place

1152

the waking place

listen!

in ink abuzz yet

gently gently

notching

not yet up

but that way

in which the all-beginning is

inwardly

familiarly, not twice the same

so pointed

not a colour yet  

but dream the dark here

and they’re rhyming

from heart beat

wing breath

all extremity

to touch

voices of first light

bold with instinct

some sweet inquisitive

tangled with this birth

in a stillness after rain

and waiting on the grey

there isn’t a metronome could tame

the not-a-chorus of it

and who will open here?

turn to guess the sun?

all over now

the grey come on

once in wonder

heard all here

time arrived

light could lead anywhere

begins the grazing

knowing the green will be

branch to branch

the conversation

kookaburra riot

a birthday for the world

open your eyes to this

all singing

to find

the tune