Creative
Too
quickly you declare yourself
on
arid ground with nothing to give,
presume
a flat horizon;
but
learn from kangaroo in the dry,
pulling
surface sand away, dumping
her
belly in the cool hole to wait
for
sacks of rain swelling over
the
continent, cyclone ends
like
feathers dragging
muddy
torrents; in hours
the
land swims with seed
of
grasses, pink everlastings.
The
desert is wet with colour,
a mauve
and orange reef housing
thousands
of golden budgerigars
like
leaves of a desert lime flocking,
furiously
breeding, pollinating
scarlet
land, cobalt sky.
The
centre is mapped in patterns,
nomadic
abundance
always
returning.
Beautiful and so optimistic. Thank you Jill.
ReplyDeletethank you Lisa - I wasn't sure about this one.
ReplyDeleteYou made the desert bloom Jill.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful:-)
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