Kit Kelen #1433 - tending forest

1433

tending forest

first thing

where I am

arrested in light

I attend a forest

first thing

say moment

its own edge chords

melodic range

breezes have followed us in

who lets whom?

that’s for rhythm

(word to insist)

dust for the settling

wind!

watch out for the widow maker

branches of flame

and leaves to catch

someone is climbing yet

and cling

goanna flat

be bark

as stars are wordless large

I have my silences from this

the track is through it, turns

and there is the unseen

where are we

flesh and banquet?

I have my silences from this

on for young and old

then how a clock bears down

from inside

traps of

is it brave to be at all?

won’t have been these pawprints long

when time and times

even in ash

persisting ache

one day soon

leaf by leaf

it’ll be trying to

put together again

in tines of after rain

the fork stands till the garden

I am a thing endured

the forest is tending me