Skin hunger

Five women
All you need
When the world
Is falling in

One had lived
Through similar -
The skin hunger
Is real, she said

Another steeped
In grieving -
Spirituality is
In nature, she said

Third came in from
Left field -
Find your tribe
And thrive, she said

Fourth woman still
Recovering -
Walk with me
And breathe, she said

Fifth one filled
With reason -
Swim in the ocean
And live, she said
Kunanyi peak from Strickland Falls

Trade ins

Today I traded in
My mug of faith
From whence it came
To the thrift shop

Racks of garments
Wisdom sayings
Dust gatherers
To be, or don't be
Someone you are not

A fair exchange 
A dollar hiking cane
To traverse immoveable
Mountain ranges

When climbing
Is the only option

Foreground: Macquarie Wharf with RSV Nuyina Antarctic Research Survey vessel alongside,
Background: kunanyi / Mt Wellington, Hobart, Tasmania

Winding time

Written by the smile 
Passing decades ripple down
Toes kick away sandals
Slide to the beat
Tight jeans flowing sleeve
Pink as lip gloss
Loose curls akimbo
She strides to forefront
Glance melts chocolate
Strangers like lovers
Come and go once in time
River bends resist flow
These years gently wind
Slow growth endures all
Still deep in mind

Serendipity

Let go of egoism
Stay in comfort zones
Duvee of dreams
Leave me shivering
Say goodbye to you
In my mind's eye
We were not
What we thought
Bouquet of humility
Crisp in the frost
Overnight
I haven't seen you in
The longest time
Longing for a daily grind
Where warmth of spring
Rays on face kiss
Novel a hymn of love
To me and the world
Our lives unfurl

Liminal spaces

Take yourself to the edge
Where dwellings fade
Into distant landscape
Where human is a novelty

No race, haste, competition
Even rare species increase
Though threatened
Find tiniest signs of life

Breathe in

Just notice

Shards of light
Break through mind's haze
Pointing at curiosities
Right beneath your eyes

Never lost, as you pass by
A bark, petal, pod
Seen once, always remembered
Familiarity is home

Among the wattlebird calls
Moments of breezy silence
Breath, body, mind expands
Engulfed by liminal spaces