DOING AND UNDOING
losing myself in my helpless hands
white motley grippy
my fingers pick
old cloth made
of ancient seeds
germs of what ideas maybe singing
in the head
at my feet
take out thread or do it
again I wait
for what is
always arriving time at the horizon
a white boat
dark grey boat
the world gathers like four elements
or seven sins
I am counting
all my suitors
fluttering or breaking like dog-tired rain
outside my door
I still count on untold clouds
and every tide
trees are waiting
as if they knew all along
to go forward
is a question I always ask
as I move
grip the sky
now ain’t the time to break
the next life
is already here
________________________
Jill Jones
www.jilljones.com.au
Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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