KitKelen #699 - aubade for the first of summer

699

aubade for first of summer

at Markwell via Bulahdelah

dawn chatter all the smallest join

bright objects they must be

kicking screaming

brought to light

is it a chorus or gossip or nag?

a kind of setting fire?

and I, the exegete

of all, of these

'who are you?' most ask

it's only each own glory sings

so old scores are settled

fresh empires change hands

conquer, crumble

invisible triumph of light's firstness

they are simply tuning

one tells a Bible's worth

another is all news

wisdom of the GPS

and note the latest fashion

the story of my life

come down in this last shower

often softened with the sun

they have sung it all

mountains are in them

and skies as far from here as dreamt

here's how you do that double flip

takes snakes by surprise

and hover for the hell of it

and swoop and dip and dive

as night was frogloud coming

past dusk's cicada haze

so open a window

day comes in

and I

in that forever linger

pray the rain

into it swim

who've kipped the hours under roof

have privilege to hear all now

I like to see these peasants toiling

tilling my good air

to have such bliss begins becomes us

as given for a song

it's voice from another room summons me

and that's how I join in

the Christmas hunt for the missing thong