How to be invisible

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
Sunset over Kunanyi

Fruiting bodies

Life abounds on the edge
We always knew the rainbow
Not lines of solid colours
A spectrum of hues

Our very DNA intermingles
Since time immemorial
Generations of story tellers
Minced with scientific truths

A new kind of love walks around
Nods at one another,
Knowingly
Formerly L, G, B or Q

Now are plus beings
Who love one not defined
By straight lines
Yet familiar it is, human

With fruiting bodies
Taking on attributes
Of one another
Perfect symmetry of life

The Secret Garden

For many years I pondered
What was behind ivy wall
Sandstone thick quarried
From ancient hill, the one
I gazed upon until my lids
Grew heavy with waiting
For dreams to come
Keys thrust upon me to open
Hulking oak door with bolt
Chamber rusted shut
Determined to make a home
Surrounded by eucalypts
For good cover from
The elements soaking into
My pores
Heaven scent aroma of cineol opens my eyes
Brighter to adore
Walled garden no secret anymore
For before me lies the vast
Hills and plains of freedom
And realise it was I who was contained in my own
Secret garden all this time
In Dorothy’s garden