Kit Kelen #620 - there was an hour

620

there was an hour

I couldn’t get out of

it was one of those days

where you’re stuck

there was a sun here and there dead still

there were clouds you could call by name

I must have come to the top of the clock

a wink and a blink and begin again

was it that way?

are you remembering now?

it was all afternoon that hour

all kinds of creatures wanted in

the music of it

a forest lost

and we were on the trail

here I was

stood in it

and all as wished

truth came purring

and wanted a rub

the news was from

and for all ages

there was construction

we could build things in

the hour was strewn with monuments

to every hour before

so many comings and goings

but I was unaligned

the pond was all reflection

and traffic of the air

first light

so like the last

here where there is time

I could incline my head to rest

well within my rights

I had a shake and stretch

then stillness

nothing happened then

I suppose you’ve heard of the blink of an eye

that’s where I was

life flashed before

an inkling of

it was if the hour had gone

decamped

yet I knew I was still here

and what for

now and then

I’d catch fire

do deals

and showers would come

yum cha!

elevenses!

snifter!

messages came from further

and from further out

every kind of terrain

you imagine!

one could have done with a four wheel clock

there might have been the season summoned

we never had known before

the second hand groaned

like an earthquake warning

you know at a moment like this

what’s to come is

only a matter of time