Kit Kelen #298 – why is it one tries to retrieve a beginning?

why is it one tries to retrieve a beginning?
it’s like seeing back
over the horizon
to where we’re from
to where the world was
before the turning
as if then
everything was understood
here’s how I remember
it’s past dusk
flat with a window onto the harbour
I had set sail in the bath of toys
so many days the far shore
in a nautical sort of house like a light
grey bay lapping crooked wharf
brought to berth by nightfall
the blue is black now
the tide’s abob
there’s a pocket full of strange coins
I remember
what it was I can’t recall
I knew the green of the water
close up
that conversation
over my head
not a word I can’t make out
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