Kit Kelen #605 - the work

605

the work

(in silence)

comes to us courtesy of

truth to be told

here’s the moment

makes morning of

I am that speck in spectacle

soul atom

scratch down

where I was swimming before

out of the other world

make the clock home

all the day’s pockets a traffic roar

and chime of next-to-do

fair frost out there

so it’s telling tea

here where the sun says

east of us in

through glass

let to light

things come to their definite lines

as if meant

from under some stray fold of I am

pages poke out

blank to be written

and already there

mainly eavesdropping

just noting what’s

breath at a time – the inspiration

skins scroll back to reveal

how the world is written

I believe everything will wait on

just one star shone

just me alight, just now

companion of the word, the way

just you to hear and see