• LUNATION 1194 : JULY 3 - JULY 31, 2019

so it happens, I begin here

(inserting a pause)

in the crisp stab of winter

with smoke in my lungs and sandpaper hands

(I am wearing a beanie, numb fingers, deep pockets)

the branches are boneblack, twisted and brittle

(it's the season for burning, all grass erased)

dead leaves still flicker

a bright reddish brown

so it happens, again

I'm walking the same path daily

endless circles, of making and finding 

(new landscapes, redreamed each night)

frost white, ochre, grey brown and black

always and never

the same

(the kookaburra is laughing, the dog doesn't care)