Kit Kelen #1361 - home, see

1361

home, see

summer enough already

and take the turn around

the dry is bigger than the rain

breathe garden

in a ridge lit mist

half wakefully

so Sunday-ish

bells in my belonging, far

and see the rain say roof

but still the dry is bigger

it is the property of birds

make death of tree a statue

so still and lit

all dreamt to be

lured no breezes

I have been let in the workings

lit

dust is my kingdom, indoors

it’s all for the telling I am

and dress myself just with the light

come quietly for the justice of things

in a lizard skitter

head through door for a beyond

forgetting myself

and still here