Kit Kelen #445 - beginningish

445

beginningish

or

getting out of bed on the right side

first thingishly

of light much

and of bird begun

so winged with seeing

and as with sky

so we reflect

how dark it's been

a road runs

then by bicycle

a whole world rolls

and rolls away

first thingishly

already flown

say I was dog

and here is bone

winged pup

I won't be bitter

have heard the song

for some bald bark

I slobber cloud

how tenderly it touches

and makes a meadow in me

but stretch to it

restore and swing both arms about

wreak havoc, harrow, resurrect

there was a breeze

to twinkle toes

the making is all me you know

much thanks creatures

for the ride

for tide that I rode in on

time has come this far along

as in my bones to be

beginningish

first thingishly

I was otherworldly

uncannily at home

I could smell

the day pour through

first thing it was

there were those

who so to speak

as if once upon

ever after happily

for me were all

beginningish

obverse – remember

(it's the same)

someone stood in the stern

to till the sea

and it was river run

where from?

where to?

what was a little ache to me?

all the day's already in

and everything I'd do

is of this sky

upheld

to say

to see

to show how

I got out of the bed's right side

now I could go anywhere

that's our conversation come

isn't the music in me then?

how else could it be

I swim

?