dawn mist shifts reality
softens tall trees shrubberies,
plants of food and medicine.
autumn rain launches the ticks
no larger then a full stop.
sweet morning Songs
whip bird, kookaburra, lyrebird, magpie,
tuning the vibrations of Air Water Earth Sunshine
tweeting of love family and food
tiny notes of living.
a red belly black shares verandah Sun
as kindling is chopped,
we pass each other in the garden
no blinking, no poking tongue out,
a seamless dance.
a cuppa with friends
David points to my leg ‘what’s that?’
pulling the leech off ,
I place it in their garden.
red necked wallaby soft eyes alert
grass stem poking from its mouth,
my heart listens and waits,
a tiny jelly wobble of the pouch
another addition to the tribe.
goanna clambers onto the verandah
tongue waggling toenails clicking,
through the open doorway
crash bump and bang
unable to find its way out.
in the room where I sleep a grandmother died
her body laid to rest
beyond the dam under the red gums.
babies are born, daughters wed,
before menopause I bled on this land
red mark on my forehead,
earth heart meditation
a sacrament for the Mother,
forest life is raw,
the forest IS without me,
a miracle I adore
a moment held within every breath I take .