Kit Kelen #736 - ekphrastic - invocation - clouds - Philip Wolfhagen

736

an invocation

first conversation with the clouds

/// a meditation on the breath writ large ///

ekphrastic

Philip Wolfhagen

A Litany of Vapours 2007, Longford, Tasmania

each room is drifted

like a father's mansion

(there is a seven-ness)

aloft where I am not

and into mirror drip

as board shows through

wears dry

as we are scratched

days are initials in them

they are oil

and under worlds to think

yet lie

a dizzying come close

palletted

there is a knife and brush

bees have waxed this way

everyone is dressed for this

the puzzle not to fit

but drift

isn't there all beyond in them?

lit or we would say they sit

and trail away to cushion throw

like mitts

the gauntlet rug

there is no stroke

there won't be knack

their own windows are a framing

their netherness is stand to see

these have a year and flew from

it's as if you were to read merely by breath

imagine fainting

and they give you this

then you're away again

cursive

heavy on the brush

a wall behind them

will be cloud too

a white shirt paces by on guard

as clouds hung here to dry (they won't)

the sky shines heavily, if webbed

so many shades till down

lines are guessed

we darken to

I lie out

with a blue

for up

we drown

in seeing this

arc over

a moment

so be

still as breath

please stay

as if

the stars

would come