Sunday south east coast NSW Australia
first day of lockdown
I tell the magpies
spread the word
flocking together is banned
a tilt of the head
a quizzical look
throat opens and a ripple of pure sound pours forth.
I tell the bush rats they have to leave
we are only allowed five visitors or is it none?
hard to keep up with “The Rules”
too bad they answer
stealing another cake of my homemade soap from the washbasin.
gosh not much interest in the forest
no social distancing in the bottle brush
and masks look plain ridiculous on birds
a human only affair then.
the hills rivers clouds in the sky
the raven flies across the valley
frogs at the dam chorus rain is coming
next door Warren and the tractor are busy.
how many realities are there?
what if there is no one size fits all?
what if it is a mosaic of brilliant orchestrated pieces
interconnected in a design we are unable to fathom?
what if this moment of breath is what we own?
And what if we are co-creating this lockdown drama?
the peach blossom acknowledging spring is here.