Kit Kelen #831 - an ark of the garden

831

an ark of the garden

all seasons in

it's like the seed

with the forest to fall

I'm the one to spruik

let me first flower for you

and of this flesh be fruit

winter's for fire

so summer swims

here we are green

some days afloat

rigid like the map

a dove for love to lead

ark of sunshine

in the rain

dreams

in daylight

water falling

through the drought

then a sky comes into the picture

always out of nowhere

I dig a trench

get gravel

it is an ark

of fallen light

so holy

the whole lot

more gods

than poke a stick at

the place is crawling

much unknown in every corner

we gather convenanted

among the idols

me and other-than-I-am

no shame to light

our hearth by heart

no seat of judgement

no tables of a law

but all this rot

has warmed us winters

as for prayer

completely buggered

better off with a hymn

then vibrate yourself

find the neighbours joining in

they're real

as is the garden dark of

sinister this digging

husbandry by blade

still creaturely the lot of us

some full furred, some summer shorn

branches often wing it

leaves give you odd tips

trees stood here

these - our familiars

it's all from looking up to heaven

we're such a stiff-necked crew