Rachael Mead #28, Trying for a clear view of the bigger picture

Trying for a clear view of the bigger picture

It finds me in those scattered moments

I’m not looking, silently roaring across

the paddocks, light-lashed and the colour of air.

I follow the threads in this thin sclerophyll light,

lacing connections between the neat chaos

of nests, the dam’s tannin-steeped depths

and stringybarks standing at home in their leaves.

We’re all in the same place with no amount

of earnest talk revealing how to mend

what we’ve broken, how to be at home

in this world that seems to love us regardless.


The only clear and gleaming certainty

is that answers are more questions

and the unknown will continue to slip the net

of words and equations, black on white.

So all I can do is keep searching - 

give this world my fierce attention,

mind my steps while looking at the sky.