Light, strained through a sieve of stalk and stipule,
slides across stone and sand, sinks into casuarina epidermis
and satinash skin, silently sheening every surface
The air, corpulent with whisper and sighed susurrations,
softens the breeze to a zephyr, its hushed insinuations
settling tenderly upon spirit and soul
Steps slow, solid with rumination, neither slothful nor sluggish
Intentional, considered. No need of rush, aimless by design
The sparrows in the tea trees forming a chorus line
The bluing sky signals the cessation of the dawns caress
Not quite soundless, but quiet nonetheless
Mist beginning to clear from the air
Echoes of bird song bouncing off a dam’s mirrored shell
not so much an alert to other life, but a gentle compelling
towards other conversations
This alla breve breaking the reverie and quietly reminding me
there is work to be done.
MDC
April 2021
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