track in honour of Lao Tzu – to be with the track but elsewhere minded to be elsewhere with the track in mind pages open to it to track through the hutch of great ideas so slower and slower breath catching where the wrong word finds me this must be the track I see it everything fell to be in its place now it’s for me to make a mark frame way for forage so you go walk out one day and the track is gone sunlight must have soaked it up or it grew into the rain then a cloud with wings came days later the same leaf turning the track as if lit with sun to say only ruins of wind survive only the bent sun blown away on a certain day just the little book rain in the branches with the birds KK next>

this is the speech of my hands poetry by Christopher (Kit) Kelen and Steven Schroeder | images by Kit Kelen