Kit Kelen #993 - under one atmosphere

993

under one atmosphere

in the old pyjamas

tucked

awash in skins

in days and works

sometimes shouldering worlds of woe

as I was then grown grim

lungful

afloat

a sparrow lit to sing

and in another life remembered

light moon bounce

like clouds run round

bull by the horns

so sorry

won’t say sky

under one atmosphere

maze trod

and lightly step

branch until wing

the rich, the poor

the thieves, aggrieved

the innocent

car set forth

factory fart

so choke

up the daisies push

lift a leg on the lot

draw in

breathe out

it’s summer somewhere

seasons slip

in any sphere of music

we are all flowering

put down roots

under one atmosphere

this idea

and another altogether

a kind of diving suit

a gift divining

hour of stretch

hail sun so stiff

fire friended

for winter midst

a swim at the thing

mind righting itself

always already in