Kit Kelen #1305 - living the dream

1305

living the dream

poem in any number of idylls

here I am now

rushing which to which

so much to live

salute to each

direction, self

so brim

even dozing, wonders

‘lucky’ they say

and yes there’s this skin

class and school

there’s health

but paying attention too

living in the dairy bales

having rats run the rafters

hard graft

and so much longing

regret, neglect

nothing flew till

nearly there

nearly now

late afternoon

when fire’s to light

and place a clock for far

winter in the moonlessness

snakes are snoozing now

possessed of season

stars for a spin

in every direction

a rising

a set

home

mere word to welcome me

start at the centre

fan out

filings to a magnet

possessed

as anywhere

anyone is

I dreamt I wasn’t sleeping

dancing on the sea

it was a sort of trampoline

and you were there with me

agreed this kind of thing

can’t be sleep

how would that sound if… ?

cure myself of all sorts here

won’t you sit the silence, watch

no sign of mice

it’s dry

though dusty yet

afraid to be in all my choices

home and away

possessed

I, among my wonders

(mine and the given

the made, the unmeant)

as are not we all?

great heart you have to have for it

here’s time arriving

again and again

first birds all innocence

never rose before

here’s the garden in the wild

the forest in the words

the other worlds all wondering

wake to the old world sunshine

know all this is ours