I Looked Up
Within its gorge an interleaf refinery took hold,
but the voice grain
rescues what little whizzes where they might be
like fire-flies really torch, or it flicks like a knife
woke those individuals,
allowed but one minute,
flock like spicks of turbulence on the Han Sen
or a slow-dawning point a father tries to make
assembles. Let go.
The executive flies in on a fixed-term contract
from HQ in The Hague.
Intelligence needs locals, glance-photoanalysis
like midges figure.
He'll know what colour shifts like light sieves
through the leafy
shingles of the sycamore, the acacia, mullein or
so many foster-
parents' hands admonish, calm, love, interfere
across due kisses.
We all know do we not in that luminous hour
A little wind gossips the plastic on the trunks
wrap about & strangulate
rings before they have anything to put towards.
We know this from the performance of cattle
grazing in Eritrea.
Set it against meteorology or to world markets
break a vertical section
lights the ranks of processors, the living roofs,
a spider drops
from the canopy on casenotes & it is psychosis
read off one exchange.
Horizontals stay well-lit,
steps shadowed, depth of field pulls off-stride.
So zigzag wanderer how will you stand for C3,
zinc, a pinch of salt?
Where is the deference as you look straight on,
too much like a child
fending with light which must be picked down
in nonsensical bits?
Air turbulence has combed the flowering nettles
alongside the runway.
Hooded are the changes he introduced but this
glare however distinct
touches base in a green nap, hits the very spot
stiffens material beneath an impenetrable shield.
skein has been jammed that held a flotilla true,
of decision among the swallows sags to earth.
The hands pass through hair & are interpreted
according to a behavioural databank - woman,
white, mid-forties, not a suspect.
Look up, no shadows.
Overhead, the lawn he smiles under.
Above us the audiometric panels.