Lockdown, Thursday, Aug 26th

Sunrise reveals then slices the swarm of trees, each one unique,
in front the stage set is light and shadow, the show has begun.
Our garden has grown from one tree, in 11 years to over 150,
I finally got around to counting them earlier.

Nourishing the clay, planting with handfuls of soil at a time,
allowing opportunities for self-seeders
thousands of lives hurtling forwards on Gumbaynggirr ground.
‘More organisation and complexity exist in a handful of soil than on the surfaces of all the other planets combined.’ Edward O. Wilson[i]

Look under the fingernails not just the flowers, though the rock orchids mesmerise.
Home is in the centre, home the whole circumference, even without childhood.

Waiting now for this year’s nest to arrive, piece by precarious piece.

Birds are flying through my retinas.

[i] E. O. Wilson, In Search of Nature, Island Press, 1997.