Kit Kelen #1070 - a season for them or have a stick at the party

1070
a season for them
or
pick up a stick and keep it handy
 

when the moon is late and little
bats flit in a tree's sleep
smaller and smaller

sometimes light
will catch at a web
as far as day is in it

all for the dark of us
sleeping then
we imagine alien masts
another world directs

shell hard like a truth stuck, stolid
as if eternity were gathered
in this thread a moment spins

so they ride the rigging breeze
plein air artists
tightwire like sun shone
out of their nethers

no one believes a thing till it's done
till everyone sees that it is, that is

and when the dizzying is us spun
all to do is web words, paint

or if without umbrella
carry the book before me
like an orthodox priest
because I know that overnight
spiders will have built here