Kit Kelen #1202 - Bardwell Park aubade

1202

aubade

at Bardwell Park

15.4.2019

thread of light

a mist might wear

this chatter

is not a chorus

all speech

not a thing said

just the facts

a waking conjured

you're warm

and to rise

there comes a touch

so it is day

and words appear

chaos of colours come

air all around to bright

breath beginning where it always was

as if already there

set like

sat up like a clock

uphill? down?

and clearing to a breakfast thought

the chase gave way

each at first there are no arrows

scratch of themselves

full sky across

a kind of nakedness we bring

see into the grain of day

it is to an always end unknown

to where we've dreamt

and just so far

uncurl

listen for the daystruck heart

lit where the river resumes

thread of a self

day shows us on to another

after the dark

we're still here

like the clouds

now that they're gone