hic et nunc
where I’ve not been before
Gore Cove Track Series
I remember it all just as if it were now
the trail of trees
their up and their down
reaching for weather
a cave high up carved from the storm
there’s a come and go sun
never the same
not the one we knew this morning
it won’t be this afternoon’s
the things I know on my rounds around
never before
and won’t be again
my own mud prints
yesterday’s leaves fallen
everything just once in its while
I call this my garden
all eyes about
touch the stone to steady on
I hear the first bird ever
here’s edge of cliché as any word is
here’s difference and there’s repetition
who were just now
now just as gone!
I’m seeing now what won’t be again
where I’ve never been before
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