Kit Kelen #1365 - deciduous

1365

deciduous

con brio

unable to approve the forms or premises

wishing in dreams to have said

‘this cannot be my house’

grass grows into

a pile of doubtful things I missed

I tore after you, shocked

knowing you were gone

made sleep from the morning

that’s light left

grey, leafless, drifting down

yes we are

we only know to live

and so imagine it

beyond selves

you have to hand it to time

measure up for weather

climb out from under an ache to breathe

invent the soul, its deities

all for an insistence –

my pyramid in air