Thursday, May 30, 2019

Kit Kelen #1245 - losing tracks in the mountains

1245
losing tracks in the mountains

and finding a bear
a mistranslation

to wave through the window
the trembling words

tricks of the tongue
of the fur

rest on a rock
unhoney the log

or under a ledge
from rain

a world of glass
the weather comes

and when the voices are unseen
safer to take mist for smoke

go back over this ground
all up with the worlding

still finding
my feet

if I had another life
here’s where I would go

a bear is blur
clouds are stone

to be carried
held

colour of snow
I am melting

all are less than
just one night

I scent to stain
where the mountain is me

branches are over
am I now near to the midst?

years behind finding oneself
where everyone was singing once

taunt until all one breath

and finding oneself a bear

call sunshine a little dance

smile
come out of the clock
at the top of the hour

you can call it a waltz

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