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these
certain loves
morning when
webs first light
wings and the
eyes with
smoke is for
up
or for
otherwise telling
steam so tea
who does the
rotating here?
creek runs
hard to its river meaning
I firmly
believe one thing
leads to
another
let's
instance
the track
just where you've trod
and that's a
kind of pointing too
I love the
utility of each thing
grown to its
tune
after the
cattle graze
roos do too
and roos were
there before
no such thing
as empty paddock
it's only
what a fence says
you can count
the posts
wind sings
through the wire
there's
rustle for rhythm
back of the
sheep gets round your neck
by skill of
hand through centuries
I love the
past
that it's
brought me so far
hearts swell
with the effort
of roof over
head
each sung
toil
feeds mind to
know
see the web
just catching light?
I love the
truth
of things
themselves
such as no
words require
but blessing
ever as to be
with the
simple here-we-are
comes of
being me
I love that
you're here with me too
some would
call that love
the
hand-in-hand and on we go
together the
one way
it's not much
more
than
conversation
and sunshine
how the
windows catch it
welcome views
and light indoors
melody and
harmony
as any
turning world suggests
when there is
a branch-through flit
spirits
within coo-ee
the
every-corner
as eye casts
there's to be
known
facts of the
matter
I love the
hundred years from now
when I'll
have played my part
when all my
disappearing's done
I hope for
welcome absence then
I love the
shining distances
as after rain
or in a dream
what light
strikes now is true
must be
in and of the
day chord
and in the
cadence down to night
fire is
dinner and dinner is sleep
steps of a
dance between
I love the
elemental aspect
you watch the
rain fall
next day it's
parsley rising
and months
away
you shower in
it –
that must be
patience learned
here's the
sun again
and put on
the washing
peg it out
hello breeze
bring in
each leaf
falls mulchward
each cloud to
an oblivion points
so we are
shown the way
what bird is that?

goshawk?
ReplyDeleteTerrific and important poem. I'll say falcon.
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