New Years Day, 1 January, 2012

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Another sunless morning
                  (mild, so I push open the kitchen window
there is no light in the mineral sky,
only fading to light
to dark blue, from darker blue,
but there is movement

as one, me and the boy turn in time to see through the kitchen window
a flock of birds spiral over the power lines,

there is the sense that this is the time in the day when
all the important transactions are made

                                                        Breakfast          washing      beginning         beginning



Cleaning the windows, there is only so much
can be reflected back in them, they contain
only so much light, so many images –

                   There cannot be more in the world than
                   there is

all else is refraction, and that not very helpful.



When you need to roast a ham, you really need to roast a ham.




Later, the old line reasserts itself (how familiar, how droll
exerts its tawdry spell
part frontier, part fault-line

I would best describe it
as a deep longing for that which
you actually have

So that you are at once placed outside yourself, the
only resort to stall this drought of the heart

to immerse
                                     a stance, crooked in the line of the sun

                                                                          carry that
                                                               heavy water



Reading Olson today:

“There are necessities/are bigger than we are”




with all the light gone

           only left

                            the carrion

                strung out




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