On top of Possum
Cave
Sound of mop
squeezing
Swishing across
linoleum floor
Fast legs escape
outside into summer
Peppered by
nasturtiums
Basking in morning
sun on
Rough cement whilst
Peering into a dark
space
Waiting for blue
tongued lizard to emerge-
Learning patience
and stillness
I leap to swing on
the hills hoist
Looking skyward at
dizzy clouds
Drop with a thud to
roll
On summer buffalo to
gaze at slow motion clouds
Through mosaicked
sky of eucalypt
I traverse my worn
track
Across the yellowed
back paddock
Down the sprawling
aniseed and box thorn
River valley to
Possum Cave
Clustered granitic
boulders
My dreaming rock
ledge of escape
Soaring skyward
With the pair of white
kites
And the skeletons
of dead trees
Interlocking and
twisting upwards.
In company of the
Great Egret
I slow my thoughts
And breathe easy-
far away
From the smell of
polished
Linoleum and order
My small shadow is
adult on the rock face
Tiny tanned arms
wrapped around my knees
I slowly unfurl
To sprawl across
the rock
Lizard child-
Tightness is
released
As I breathe in the
sky.
This place is where
I come to ask
all the questions
Of the sky, river, trees and birds
For they have always known the answers
To the hard questions
The answers drift up the Valley
In the seeds from golden grasses-
I am home
Rob 2014
This is wonderful, Robbie. There are so many beautiful lines ... what a glorious place for a child, or an adult, to spend quiet time ... listening ...
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