Kit Kelen #590 - come to the Sunday month

590

come to the Sunday month

lost track of days

abandoned to a whim

and bucketload of lists

how overfull with all-to-do

and me in every pocket

sun there after the overnight showers

walk the mud in and sweep

all weekend seeping workaday

supple with suggestion

so settled into lunch and supper

so siesta bent

admit I’m working all this while

those four birds sat up at the top

something presiding with them

I bet

to bring the branch to light

and there are other chimes of day

dust of the world so shook off here

we have to stir our own

and smoke

that’s just to get at the fire

isn’t it all opening?

and light licks every inch of day

all until the gloaming

delight’s the pure thing

how well it works

a Sunday stillness here

nothing to it

unless perhaps you sing

I love a first thing shadow

when the sun’s still up to cast

so make my maze a garden

and I’ll go gladly lost

I live in time foretold