Nature is alive through
observation and poetry.
It’s not enough to see,
it’s important to capture,
to express and to recreate.
It’s day 229.
I have seen a Rainbow Bee-Eater in full flight;
a bowerbird dart into its nest;
a black-footed wallaby jump
across rock piles at Telegraph station.
I have seen the red rocks
in reflection waters at Stanley Chasm.
I have touched their smooth exterior
and felt the sun warmth enliven the stone.
I have bobbed deep into the depths
of Ellory Water Hole.
At one with the mass of liquid,
playing with reflections and sinking,
ever so slightly,
into the poetry of presence.
I have walked the edges of Trephina Gorge –
sighting from above running streams
of water gather into pools deep and swim-friendly.
A Birds Eye view,
watching the snaking water
take shape from above.
It’s day 229 and I have encoded my own memory
into landscapes
that were previously but a dream;
an empty echo,
softly calling,
softly beckoning me into becoming.
It’s time to take a steep back,
replenish,
recalibrate –
mark the time with sensitivity,
poetry and wistful words –
markings of wisdom and thought processes,
time and space and continuity.
Who knows what sights and
stories are in store for day 230.
But I will be there,
Ready to capture,
Ready to watch, grow, live –
A silhouette in the landscape,
bobbing in unison,
existing amongst it all.
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