prayer
blank morning
when there's not a line
all baroque about
weather's to break
there's not to do
first light
for a perfect little poem
all the world as dreamt
it's not you whistling
still you're under tune
as if the fingers found these frets
a journey's end
as this day past all others is
then river is a stillness running
and it's all under skin with you
it isn't answer left blank
it's the question
like your reach into the day
to get a hold
from nowhere night
best prayer is the unasked
and here I am with you
Lotsa byways and highways in this one, Kit. I'll get back to it when the day stops interrupting :-)
ReplyDeleteI've come back to this one a few times. I like it v much
ReplyDeleteI get stuck or loose rhythm at 'it isn't answer....
but get back in on last two lines.
This lost rhythm might all be a good ploy as my re-attention seems somehow guaranteed every time.