Clear felling

Life abounds left untouched
For decades rooming in
Nesting, burrowing, preening, pruning
Delighting in bush tucker

With no prior warning
Clear felling takes usunder
Genocide of species
No tree left unturned

Burned to oblivion
Black scar spurned
Picked over by predators
Fossicking through ferns

Determined to rebound
Fungi lost and found
Micro beasts set to work
Turning the earth

Vacant lot staring up sky
No export market to comply
Left in capable hands
Nature covers over land

Blanketing beautifully
Eventually dew drops in
Visitors feel no borders
Spreading seeds at whim

Miniature florist fills
Forest floor with more
Delicious delicacies
Eyes to explore

Flying ducks and frills
Tongues, spots and stars
Undercurrent flowing through
Streams of life here found

Humble paws and pouches
Habitable homely holes
Decide upon return
Once grand statured poles

Neighbourly relations
Diverse as land is wide
Chatter friendly company
Muster side by side
Wombat at Bonorong Wildlife Rescue, lutruwita / Tasmania, Australia.

Sea sickness

Heart's on my knees
Trying to keep afloat
Through turbulent years
Performance anxiety

Staring at solid ground
Horizon fades
Crest of a wave appears
Galley is silent

Only those with iron cast
Stomach and resolve
Can tend to us
All these fomative years

Stores severely depleted
Only squash and lime
Every hour a day
On lookout all the time

Who steers the ship
Back to safe harbour?
Only curl and wait
Until it's over

Point to pinnacle

Solid star hovering over
Posing in greyness
Striking through deliberate
Claiming the pinnacle
Peak most tender point
Baring nerve endings
Of the mountain
Changeable in season
Day and hour
Unpredictable
Never tire of watching
Waiting to draw curtain
From mist and storm
Evaporating
One day lost from
Following twisting paths
Do we never leave
Sea level again?
How to find you now
Not knowing the place
Like the back of my hand
Hiding in the crevices
Waiting for help at hand
Sea legs cave under me
Used to bouyancy
Not the heavy hand
Of altitude
Beckoning voice
Reckons waypoints
Would never be reached
To begin with

Bane of indifference

Apathy betrays me on regular bases
So long steaming upriver
Now tidal flow pushes back
Downstream to ocean
Where were we going
Into heart of darkness?
Comrades join in singing
Whistling through evergreen
Sleepy villages lie
Smoking signals
Green leaf envy
Flying high the sos
Invisible by night
Jungle hearth glows bright
Still no competing
With our cumulative
Night lights
No spreading of anything
When living beyond
The fringe of existence
Life abounds on the edges
A catalyst for hiding minds
To grow and light fires
Just to stay alive
This is the way to meditate
With a flicker in the eye

Magnetic north

No room at the inn
For fair weather friend
It is rarely so fair
So close to Antarctic
Even in Bermuda
Smooth sailing unlikely
When a meteor
Millions of years ago
Can still mess with
Direction finding
Compass swirling
While land locked ones
Hang around in bars
Drinking Sunrises
By the glass
Why is the needle
Always pointing South
Where the shadows are cast
By the winter sun?
To those in motherland
We are indeed upside down

Somewhere only we know

Where on this earth
Is there a place to call home?
With resting silence
Chattering streams
Sounds of chirping
In the groves
Do we climb a mountain
And take a ride down
On the rainbow?

Deep blue grey eyes
Watch same coloured clouds
Drift heavily towards us
Like moving mountains
Though weightless to our eyes
Powerful forces hold them
In the sky

A bridge that divides
Also unites
Seasoned minds recall
The day it came down
After rolling the dice
On their way home
So their lives revolve
Staying on side
Never daring to cross
For fear of remembering
Nervously teetering
On edge of floating bridge
Sea spray enveloping
Same waters harmlessly
Tickle toes
At Opossum Bay

We make it look easy
To love
Because we know
Anything else
Than familiarity
Is beyond us
Confronting disparity

If we met by chance
- How many people on this earth? -
Would lady luck allow
Another turn
To find one other
Standing beside
In a place
Made for us

Sound bites

Peering through the gap in the fence
Seeing glimpses of movements
Shifting my weight on my haunches
Ears picking out prominent sounds
Out of the loudness of wind, grasses, cicadas
Talking fluently in the language I feel
Most comfortable in my skin
Waiting for an eye to appear, an ear to receive
Only darting birds believe
What nature knows to be true
Our senses of self flow unkept by the tide gate
Words carried away with wings on the breeze
Warm air rises to meet
All the waves from all the ones
Who agree

Stars

Looking up to you
Taking time to realise
We all revolve
Around one another
All drawing each other
Inwards and collisions
Unavoidable

It took a while
Of sitting in
The darkness
Taking time to realise
How bright you are
How steady and constant
While eyes are distracted
By satellites
And falling stars

Mesmerising centuries
Defying human theories
The seat of source
Of all things
Green on earth

Stardust fingers
Billions of years wide
Hold us all our lives

Love like

Haymaking
Sunshine and rain
Brave one who
Hops onboard
Riding forward
While others gather
Receiving stores
Bailing and loading
Sundried piled high
Wheat and straw
For each living thing
In community
Out of rain
Hoping greenness
Had gone away
Save spontaneous
Combustion

Meanwhile few
Content with
Love's gleanings
Slim pickings
On the fringe
Taking only
What they need
To feed or bake
Wheaten loaf
For family roast
Horse or goat
Stave off hunger
Together
For one more day
The Gleaners by Jean-Francois Millet

Love like

A manicure
Constantly tending
Ever growing
Uncomfortable process
Paring and smoothing
Rough edges
Common trait of humanity
Yet individual as
A fingerprint
Love an identity
Caring regularly
Outward sign of
Healthy nurture
Nourishment
Beautiful accessory
To extend
To hold
In another's
Hand