John Charley
. village-life
daily early in its only
morning
sweet airs cool of pulsating
pulse
slow it moves, slowly noon
into
breath timed, in in and out,
or out then in
as simple simplifies the day
glimpse stays and remembers
it's time
as it bows, down again and
again
hand collects or apply of
something
in garden groped-full of its
dwelling
as place collects of things
valuable
in times, of its precious and
trash
life planted, nothing moves,
only in time.
time finds time, time finds
life as it goes
in water, paralleled of
nutrient manure
nourish fostered in root as
leaf testify
where green is place,
peaceful thick in green-
life could've been somewhere
but is here, specific special
of its place,
sounds chirp, on birds unstop
as every seats is highest of
its heights,
plants are time in seed as
giants are grown
from tallest ground, time are
tallest skies;
as time hides inside its
pocket-skin,
seeds fruit to gain, and gain
is every way.
©️ john charley
