Kit Kelen #794 - back to the garden

794

back to the garden

where I was never

trees anyway about

to point

I call it 'the unfinished'

fits me

and I'm shaped to it

with never enough attention

lie down among these certain flowers

in this particular opening

petals fallen where the rain stands

hunted as far as here

everything for a first time

all visits

you won't count the calling cards

sometimes see the arrows

motion in everything still

come by way of all-before

there are the named times

and then the animal is us

wine soaked on a veranda over

guessing at the heavens

road brought us

and the road goes on

frog set up the rhythm

birds re-strung the stave

and just as thin

this air

notes gone

a tangle of it minds me

of what's not and who isn't here

in earth and worm away

ant steady

nod to meet

and whiff

this turn

it makes a maze of seeing

here because I'm here

we call a treaty for the garden

this is our allowing

the care for me is this

wisp of peace mused on in war

where I was never

must be now

sprinkle of stardust

that's me