Kit Kelen #901 - honour all spirits

on Day 901

honour all spirits

of this kingdom said

trudge and be muddied top of the block

make inventory of every thing dreamt

of all the structures taken to night

never were woken to be

cloud me principalities of light

of hop and skip and

honour the ones who were before

because that's how we're here

track dried in caked out wheel-went

the crown, the staff are laid aside

fresh still with the winter

now finding sun

caught kindling fallen

in a tiny house

for couch

eyes on the greatest tree

neighbour of mine

salute the hundred years or so

of you

not counting

hoping

bear breeze among the lain-down skies

honour the still standing

the stood

sun perfect

like tea of an afternoon

mulberry sittings

for the kookaburra tribe

you can still say their name

though it's winter for the fauna

so many near to gone

honour them by name

the wordless

who call to us

but cannot come

bury the book with everything written

and Biscuit pays a visit

the dog come as old as time

the solar chinwag

in failing dim

herbs gather me for dinner then

and light let all where we will

till fire

and hearth along

sung so

to sneeze at

honour the ones

who have fished in the mirror

seen themselves in fire

honour the ones

found word to here

unsigned

on the table

an abdication

lies

I come to it in time