Kit Kelen #1260 - back in Norway after a week in Australia

1260

back in Norway after a week in Australia

(not my funeral this time)

in the long light of summer still

and summer again

as far as the storm is concerned

it’s to the water’s all-the-way edge

goes the world around

and water is always

can’t help but falling

it’s hard when distance isn’t time

and simply we are here so now

then with without the sun salute

fjord seems to flow

it’s only a wandering wind

drift with

seagull lights on the roof’s ridge

street cock next door at a similar height

turns breezily a neighbour

without hope of flight or redemption

no longer waiting for a death

but next in line now, ticketed

how all night the fjordlight

and midsummer soon

climb into the shade of these words

and tear at times

easing in

I call the court to cloud

and draw attention in

tunefully when least expect

then gently back

breathe in to mountain

here we are

then again in a poem

and under all the sky’s mechanics

midsummer

suggests another fire where I’m from

when I exhale the downward dog

comes snapping at my heels

climb high to the valley

tarn, and first snows

know consciousness really is a stream

cup hands, will we?

never so primitive as prayer

so there you are

and much thanks you

for living it all with me