John Bennett #21 Floating tree - or because we cook meat Tues 16

Not yet drowning, not yet stone

my head is a round black shadow

circulating so much energy

and what does it come up with?

A picture of leaves, and a title or two

a love of scenery and trees, appreciation

for the sensual, the curves of sand,

blue flows, a taste for walking, watching

Mangrove Gerygones flit between branches,

attention on a rotten wooden tooth,

last trace from a thriving shipyard,

my extenuating leisure, in short,

the outdoor recreation so beloved

by 19^th century architects of the asylum

even when patients asked, ‘What are we doing here?’