A mother's breast turns Feeding the only release Lest she weep in tune with child
How long will it last? Interminable desire To hold fast the nest In contrast to view ahead
So wild sea eagles Soar solo surveying over Rocky shores, pebbles trickle Vast dolomite column cliffs Veering skyward - eyeing one another
Young ones too large for nest I run errands to tick of time Care package a respite For a friend whom I like Caring for other than bloodline
Though I forgot the soy milk Now it's all I can drink The taste of it like a chance meeting Next time I will say the words Until then, thoughts brew Like a heady spiced chai While tea turns tepid At least, the sun and I.
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania
Going to the show alone One might consider The loneliest thing In the world One, however, might learn To love being merely one In a crowd When the onscreen drama Is far from one's own
Giggle Appear older, naive Ask of other's realities Deny one's own Speak well of all authority Dwell in the home Wear brown, baggy clothing No colour or lipstick Kiss your mother goodbye Hug anyone who asks for it Do not resist the crowd Silence a quiet scream Obedience a vow
Do not confuse silence For innocence of years Nor err of grace Forgiveness as No evidence of blame For all the words Daggers and cloaks Stored up for wintry days Till sunny spring A friendly ear Does melt such icy ways
Richea Scoparia at Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park
For nigh on a decade Enchanted by tales Of wildest places Where rough edges Bleed out to sea Coarsing through veins Lungs of the world Clutching the land For all its worth From those who take, take..
I trip tentatively Through swathes of natives Unknowingly trampling Rare plants Smudging invasive seed Into mud with sodden tread
No permission to collect I take and take, greedily Hoping vainly To strike a fragile quill A tendril root, a mere bud To bring home all I love
But instead, I raised beds Of shrunken dried specimens Memories snipped from whence they came Never to grow again. Now I learn and dissect Identify how similar or different The naming of all things Already taken place A namesake now only left For stone engraving.
Wander vast landscapes In snow, wind and rain Pour out my heart On alluvial plane Marvel and bow within Carved limestone cave Forage and flit about White washed waves
For each day of yearning Turns a new fresh page Placing the point On paper, thoughts race As feelings are aired They are lighter in space Took all of my wandering To know here is my place
Kunanyi / Mt Wellingtonin Spring snow, taken from Bellerive Pier, Hobart Tasmania.
Count the stars of heaven 