of sky

from up here I can reach the clouds from here I can touch the sky up here the clouds reach down to me here I am of all the things that drift across the blue all the things beneath the sun up here the clouds and I we drift and mix as one up here …

mama roo

mama kangaroo is that you on my doorstep mama kangaroo is that you is that you? mama kangaroo you’ve got your baby too mama kangaroo is that your baby too? ~ leap away leap away you wild creature leap away into the wild leap away like your own mama taught you leap away with your …

what might have been (at Tambo)

A previous Tambo post with a couple of pics is here. round the hairpin follow a creek of stones and rocks and wood ripples little rapids break across the ribs and bones picked clean by floods and dry’s the trees behind deflect the morning sunlight they are bumps of thickened knot more mistletoe than host …

near Swift’s Creek

the withered trees tell me what the green cleared pastures won’t the jagged teeth the ghosted stumps of one-time forest what’s left is blue on distant rising slopes a taste of mesmer dust hovering until you until I walk inside its spell and take a deep breath of forest a little township prides itself still …

brook

the brown that is the gravel the rock is golden the silver wink and shine are corrugations from the sun back into my eyes idle suds a journey a swirl and sway of bubbles bound to go to go are gone insects pen the sky in semaphore good afternoon the poplars wave the stream farewell …

top of the world

eighteen hundred nineteen hundred twenty hundred my car has climbed me up to the top of the world and I am dizzy near to falling a crow hovers in the air its shadow on the road black birds above me and below y-a-a-a-r-k y-a-a-a-r-k a challenge for me to confront the sheer of the road …

…of a cloud

the sound of a cloud is a lash of the wind singing treble in high registers the sound of a cloud is three birds frantic fleeing the storm that boils close behind the sound of a cloud is a rain .............................'.......''.........d .............................................................r .............................................................o .............................................................p striking another rain ............'..''........d .............................................................r .............................................................o .............................................................p striking rain ........................'..............d .............................................................r …

his thoughts

the breeze should blow he thought the trees at their tops back and forth with grace they moved like dancers a cotton ball he teased apart into strands held high in his hand until the breeze caught them in a flutter and then released scudding white thin clouds he thought a sunset sky and some …

an elegance of swan

do not mistake me for a duck hssssss I do not care for that description I am elegant of neck elegant of black I am elegant of beak hssssss a duck is not a ship a liner a duck will show its arse where I reach down stretch my neck that’s the difference I have …

pelicans

I saw a flight of pelicans rise above my head great boats of the sky the first had one eye on the path they must take the last was watching the ground one eye on me I was the flight of pelicans rising over the water above the trees one eye watched the path we …