1086
after
the storm
powerless
afoot
among the fallen
dead
grid
even
with a stick and whip it
that
was a serious breeze
there
was a wrench
and
tear and rend
what
tangle of a sky was
how
we stood, watched
leaves
flew, branches
some
tall ones come down
and
others at ungainly angle
dreamt
and dream again of it
in
candle's power then
the
hours without
stars
out of service
ill
wind it would be
still
in the hours without
this
stillness
an
assessment itself
no
radio
it
needs the wall
to
coal connect
(some
dinosaur says so)
no
net
no
fan
no
stove
no
tea
such
a little thing
this
missing spark
and
slows for something I can't see
as
if the rest inamimate
books,
daylight, gravity's tap
roofs
that simply sit
aches
and itches real enough
ameliorate
in the afterstorm
most
of the books won't need plugging in
all
of my glasses still work
can
still swim
be
bitten
hear
road hush past
and
breakfast on the trees remains
lain
down across the driveway
and
will I blame the victim?
shy
first as of the air
here
will you come by wing to see
the
bark stripped, scattered
forest
all around my ears
because
a big wind blew
pick
up rubbish
pick
up sticks
saved
from idleness again
…
later
when it comes back on
we
righteous thinking types all know
how
the wicked world blew away
how
lunatics lifted off into their rapture
this
precious Earth ours at last
where
I
take up a stubbornness all of my own
leave
it see a little while
what
blocks the car
what
keeps the world away
look
about me
must
be my own music then
and
read the world by my own lights
brighter
than paint
shone
as steady
as
far as the rain
'how lunatics lifted off into their rapture'
ReplyDeletehard to pick favourites in this fine weather of a piece, but this might just be it.
Oh how such madness flies!