Kit Kelen #1302 where is a poem from?

1302

where is a poem from?

(towards a catalogue of modes)

out of an ache or an itch?

from habit, difference, repetition

o say can you see

there is the peripatetic

else how are we here?

a sauntering and sidle up

of the weather

now and then lightning strikes

go breathlessly

tumble to wash

the poem with topic, theme

tune, temper

tell only the truth

that way more truth comes

it’s epic

and it can be sung

the poem of its politics

the wake-up

no two suns the same

here’s day or could be dreaming

there is from sleep with pen beside

and often over/under scrawl

in annotation mode

(so in, let’s say, the presence)

climbs out from under a pile of words

and sometimes sorry for itself

the here-and-now diaristic

glad of a season and stretch

a catalogue of fancies

no moment like this

you should have seen the other fish

the temperate

all wise saws

and there is the tropic

everything is something else

so let the poem be

building

body

beast

it’s lovely to be naked

playing under the sprinkler

how rainbows have fallen

there isn’t the ice now to hold up the poem

in all innocence

how hungrily it leaps now

there isn’t the night to hide