Kit Kelen #477 - Genarp

477

Genarp

25.4.17

having not yet arrived

I have to guess a way

out in the bright of it

still in my head in another zone

where seasons matter much less

here, grey in the sun's way, green

light breeze forgetting scarf

moss bright

struck by sun

budded to bliss

now fully birded

everything in the queue to be

and all begun again

all winter strong still standing

here where the weekend was

mud of wheels makes

I was worried I might get lost with the dog

but Gimli knows the way

there's wind like traffic through the trees

red fungus from the stump

and on the yellow trail

moss of the log

in the snow's steps trod

roots for tripping

bogs for dog

ghosts bright the night

where corpses sink

but that's another story

who's like a horse

still anxious to obey?

Genarp, all led off by seasons

in crow calls, swan dives

ducks dodging on

it's here I have to imagine a circle

with little rabbits on their run

to guess a way

with Gimli

snuffle-hound

flowers in the head

clouds of you following

or am I led?

out in the bright of it

grey in the sun's way

moss bright

struck by sun

in budded bliss

world bird begun

all this and this

I lack the understanding to be here

and yet here I am