#185 Kevin Brophy 'Ord River'

#185 ‘Ord River’

The river never stops polishing its talk.

The sky delivers armfuls of cloudy philosophy.

Gorges break themselves apart

rolling boulders down

to see how far the world might take them.

Trees teeter on the banks

their many arms grotesque in surrender.

Darter birds display their needle beaks.

An Osprey rips fresh fish apart on a tree limb.

While the Jesus bird does its trick on lilies

at the water’s edge, an eagle sleeps

itself into the shape of an eagle

high above me as I point my camera

my soul my smallness my absence at it.