now is the time
to fix the lights, bar the window,
light the fire, have things steady.
did you know that everything is packed,
do you know the valley grows wild?
there is rain that drives, blinds and startles
this is a special day, this is
it will start to come lighter now,
the tide is turned.
cross referencing, numbers,
lists are added
pages filed , named, ordered.
all things have a place, bottled,
pickled in stead for a hard
locked away in time,
retained specially in mind.
he is a librarian.
hence. it should have been darker,
the moon waning. find the word
firmament, check the letters,
find the road visible, power lit.
find the window gone, water
seeping under doors, storm passed.
find an occupation, a boy for
quiet company, know it is better
than seven years ago.
to something better, yet what can get
better than this, no jealousies, no
expectations, no anger, when none
when all around us is raging, rain
against blind window, mid winter.
music plays, soft covers sooth,
plain thoughts to guide the
next sentence, the composition.
now we ask.
this is the countryside. candle sticks.
again, and weaving.
we listen to the coventry carole,
the little tiny child, fingers tapping
in time, the medieval, the membrance
of cathedral . walking up hill chanting.
repeatedly. they moved the stairs.
we hold the cotton, the wool
not the milk, you see, is too sweet,
thick, which will rhyme if i write,
thick like the wool that filled
breaches in the wall, saved the lives.
save some with shelter, needing shelter,
while others lean to watch the birds fly,
talk of the bell tower, and all the implications.
the man parked his car, tidily went to poundland,
verb: condense; 3rd person present: condenses; past tense: condensed; past participle: condensed; gerund or present participle: condensing
make (something) denser or more concentrated.