secret poem

secret poem
inspired by the title of a poem by George Seferis, ‘κρυφό ποίημα’ (secret poem)

Photo by the Weathercats

over
time
a threshold
i’ve never
stood across
gone further
into the
house of
first becoming.

made of any
land i reach
admiring storm
in the distances
of silence
touching the pulse
to count thunder.

i rest
a skyward tree
or sky
set in branch
waiting a turning
of weathers
time i’ve had
spent shades
of cloud
on the west.

birds the small
insistent lives
of evening
their calls are
laying out the
dress of hope
i step in
their open night.

sydney
february 1997

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