Sitting by ornate-iron table
In the owl-light garden;
Head full of distances,
Eyes full of sky.
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Time …
Thunder quietly stirs in
The dark music distances
At the end of the silver day tracks:
The one armed smith and
The eight-legged stormbringer.
A different crew walks the morning desert
Between directions, must be
Getting closer to the time
To visit the city I fear,
To use the words we never said.
Distances and Depths.
How easily, lazily, deliciously languorously
the surface-basking leviathan exhales
This skybridge to isolation futures
In the low-swell tropics to doldrums
Dreamtime sea.
I’m stranded, every which way,
Whatever I do, on this island’s
Desolation rainbow waters;
Cut loose, cast adrift:
Tranced, mazed and drawn by fascinations
Beyond the comfortable, familiar shallows …
But dreadful feared of the
Tides, depths and distances that are coming.
28/7/2013
Tell Me …
Tell me:
Do you smell the snow,
The fall that’s yet to come?
And:
Do you sense the bitter spoor
Of the desperate, hunting
Long tooth cat?
The souls of those she seeks?
The graceful ghosts of
Those who’ve past
Walk with your feet,
Share your eyes and
Speak in your gestures:
The time has come.
I am delight-hearted
That we will
Sit the rib-fire,
Together, this evening;
Feel the unsettling, eastern
White-wolf breath
As it passes
To polish the
Proud, precious spirit eyes
Of winter-sky watchers –
Scrubs the dark-witch distances
Dividing them.
Proud to sing
The pasts with you –
And to dance
Our futures.
12/1/2013
