Kit Kelen #703 - in a forest trees for every window

703

in a forest trees for every window

strewn

more than we count on

the way

around

here I am

needn't imagine the birds

cast a shadow in the dotted rain

because a sun says yet

to apprehend a rival world

mere wings required

and other jobs are upside down

just to get a beak in

to be the weather's very edge

so see the logic of next things

all the years of me are here

in the trill breeze

where you curl up close

with energy to say I am

there is above

there's this wire to earth

how anciently we rise

and call occasion to us

a tin roof to a cloud's catch

is how we can be here

and not remember how we came

in the open air

where sweet rain says a fall

all for the first time

although it must have been before

in windows of a forest fit

look after all selves

I cannot know how the banquet was built

radio static bears me away

ceremonious

these trees collect

draw up

call down

and never home themselves

won't whisper

but we lend a breeze

to live in

imagine returning

but it's not twice the same

if you were seeing it for the last time

you would say goodbye to yourself

better always not to know

lie down so you look up