Kit Kelen #1288 - upside down, right way up ... for the field guide

1288

upside down, right way up

for a field guide to Australian clouds

little cloud hung halfway

had its mountain corner of fjord

spireheight stood the hill to see

others were thin as singing so high

you’d touch with the eyes

saunter a little and still

then hear the whole day humming

saws and insects and inside my head

a bee loud buzz, a hive

mist to say home in

briefly briefly

and here’s a herd

spread to light

upside down, right way up

who would make the call?

wool of the not-quite-touch

here on earth me knitting

strings of just guitar

some go blindly

we say clouds of

dizzy to be unspun

never to come again

sometimes length of day it goes

our selves afloat

on its own mountain

one cloud hung

up, down

coming, going

no one was game to say

no one could really tell