Kit Kelen #577 - home

577

home

nothing doing

of the new life yet

but seeing the lines drawn in

planning for the rains already

planning for the dry

all the community of me

go round

lichen-wise

stretch like a creature of cloud

come somewhere

out of the barking like this

as if a breeze says so

*

just a few hundred words

some survey has me down

where he can alpha male at it

bite back at the jungle

prisoner of the old idea

I'm home – on holidays forever

or every day's a sick day

and I feign my way about

*

can you remember coming this far?

as if the wood were whiskered

as if a stitch of sunshine clung

and all day unzipped

so lit

as in alleys

and yet there is a beckoning

of tasks, so called

I come

as if declared by motto

and there's beyond a zephyr

though corners show the map

so graze

bow to it

that's a prayer

that's green as cud come back

and we're in August now, just

*

something has the skin to crawl

it's water soluble this winter

one yearns for the sun as it goes

to the river

and over the Koolonock Range

and the lakes

and the sea

and America last

where once I set out to swim

from Balmoral Beach

wee slip of a thing I was

power already harnessed

the forest grows thicker as I walk

as pace picks up

as if height were distance covered

*

Day 2

going nowhere

that's how to be at home