Each day talking the day into order.
Each day a conversation runs up and down
stairs, slipped around doors
reminders. This is said in our embrace.
This is the day.
I love you.
Good possibility of an understandable structure.
There are rainbow ribbons pointing out the sun’s compass.
There is a circle drawn around the horizon.
There is conversation
talking the day into order.
A day that is always keen to disobey.
Day ready to follow only
its own certain unfolding.
Long hues blooming
an intricacy of labours
in patterns of intimacy.
Colours of fingers
and gathered knots,
the mended net.
Black blocks and repeats
a raven come fancy.
Heart-fasting, the devout mind
weaving pigments and prayers.
We are on the hill picnicking.
Nick Norton's poems have been published by Obsessed with Pipework, The Interpreters House, Iota, Other Poetry, Envoi, and elsewhere. His prose has appeared in Vignette Review, The Periodical, Innovative Libraries, Coil, Inventory, Noisegate, em, and Glossy.
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