Kit Kelen #1245 - losing tracks in the mountains

1245

losing tracks in the mountains

and finding a bear

a mistranslation

to wave through the window

the trembling words

tricks of the tongue

of the fur

rest on a rock

unhoney the log

or under a ledge

from rain

a world of glass

the weather comes

and when the voices are unseen

safer to take mist for smoke

go back over this ground

all up with the worlding

still finding

my feet

if I had another life

here’s where I would go

a bear is blur

clouds are stone

to be carried

held

colour of snow

I am melting

all are less than

just one night

I scent to stain

where the mountain is me

branches are over

am I now near to the midst?

years behind finding oneself

where everyone was singing once

taunt until all one breath

and finding oneself a bear

call sunshine a little dance

smile

come out of the clock

at the top of the hour

you can call it a waltz