Kit Kelen #1079 - rattled

1079

rattled

for godsbother

with gamut again

the unknown gives counsel

as if a clock came after me

ye know not the hour

it's an ocean

bright sunny day

with here-we-are storms

and gauntlet

ache sudden

unexpected

with twinge as well

sweat that it's summer

swim to the fore

of consciousness

where the weather

tells its bones

rattle them out

for oracle

old double decker tunnelling

red rattling night's

feeling of having been fooled

then knock on a familiar door

go breathlessly to count

bars of the cage

and this one given

with poetry

end of the cot

count blessings again

name myself for one

dizzy with the day

all to do there

rattled

the markets

the weather

these certain friends

connection

the banks not speaking to each other

slighted by life more generally

the unreliable

misbehaviour

forgetting the unthinkable

things missing

and nostalgia for

mosquitoes visit

rodents to wall me in

have we grandfathered that

with a sunset?

the tax on here and all I am

fomo

and

fobi

when everyone was alive once when

before we wished ourselves away

so many words ago that was!

climb to a falling height together

go breathlessly to count

lantana

privet

fireweed

thistle

giant paspalum

and parramatta

so many I can't name

against these

love

commitment

light

and here's the garden path I'm up

my sheep to sleep and counting

then there are my own thoughts drift

sweet sour

little business of alive

and looming the only alternative

on that sacred day will say

this is as far as we got

it's not a question of where you'll go

not an alternative at all

nothing to see here

but the great next dark

and the bright

I'll never know