Wednesday, July 8, 2020

GERRY LOOSE ~








days



drawn in




the watering can

upside down



against the


rain






strange

a moment



in darkness

a noise of



small rain.

To hold this






The slow

rise of



the bird in

the instant



before

landing.






from the deer path to my door


here doing what I do best

weeding reading drinking


*


tax bills deadlines work undone

I plan a seat around the sycamore


*


time spent with black parrot queen of the night tulip

bulbs why not working sitting


*


early bus to town for teachings better

follow the drumming woodpecker into the woods


*


woodpecker drumming lapwings

wings lapping all the way


*


the marble hall all suits & security

guards missing the rain in my garden


*


old lady scattering bread for birds

blossom stuck to her shoes all there is


*


daughter gone into the world

sometimes  leave her room light on


*


autumn leaves gather in corners

doing nothing most gets done


*


old cooking pot under sky where I wash my hands gardening stir up

little frogs carry them to the pond where geese now argue no
                                                                                               nothing


*


fell over drunk precepts

gone vow gone shin hurts palm hurts instep hurts


*


such a small beetle passes so

easily the written lines I labour over


*


stepping out for a piss I can't let the door

latch click listening to the owl's call





____________________

Gerry Loose
Printed On Water
Shearsman, 2007