Kit Kelen #397 - everything in the garden sings

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everything in the garden sings

everything in the garden sings

and so you're lulled to hum too

all around's what soil has said

see up above us how we turn

melt – tread the maze to bright

there's nothing you can take as read

from this unfurling, droop and trail

wherever you stand the centre is

a garden has to have a seat

attend some simple whiff bliss at

then far applause – here comes sky

has it ever really fallen before?

puddle reflects a rhythm of branches

all the dance adept as if

a breeze were cast by court magicians

see branch, see leaf, see tree toss crown

underneath we sway to, lost

mere hours are told away

some days you get your back into

and loll upon the heat

wait for a result like Christmas

it's while you snooze the blooms obey

or, just as likely, are borne off

by nameless lost imaginings

colour pours over each uncertain season

a scribbling of tendril up, a scratching out

which paws? and here's a leaf's touch

it bends, it stretches and it burns

the animals are mostly absent

as I myself am more indoors

who's garden?

that's the always asking

but come now to the peering in

and up to see which blue is

lilt with, take these steps of tune

like rhythm left of what was rain

so hear the garden – it's all wings

someone says 'darling, I'm home'

'can I believe it's you?'

news of the world won't make it this far

all fidelities are compost

everything in the garden sings

even the turning worm

and the one cut

belts it out for love and life,

for itself and what-the-hell, for you

because I say so

so it is

words lose themselves

just to be sung

everything rounds upon

even moons are gone in leaf

everything in the garden sings

that's how you are lulled from

you're not the only heart beats here

but you're a stillness too