Kit Kelen #1334 - each to another so different, alike

1334

each to another

so different, alike

my ear in the ringing

a privilege, a pledge

the question and the information

dreaming eye to eye beside

the wishing and then gone

here’s love where it was sung

and a little dance on the grave

take turns with

a heaven earth is by the toe

child father to

through static

you, me and the world

the atom bespoke

puny and flimsy

made now molecular

with arms and eyes

like housefly

peas in a pigeon pair

we’re compost too

and rise

night is where

first last light shows

the garments under the skin

wings like the mouse

in perfect fits

the poem like the picture

foreign taste to the thing

like body like soul

two birds, one stone too

one world

its many moons

clod, pebble

pebble, clod

come to a tree leaning

an ache and an itch

two wires touch

soil from mere suspicion

shake it out

and all over

eat me

drink me

smoke this too

a better and a worse

who hold the sky

and who go under

and each in other’s arms

by means of a little bounce

call me creature, will you

don’t you recognize the voice?

can’t you hear me call?