Kerri Shying R # 463 Wood patten meditation

Wood patten Meditation

Off-centre mitred beams

 and steel this roof,

 a workman's quilt,

 coverlet of metal cord,

 last crib

 before the coffin

 and it's mine.

The yard,

half length,

the breadth,

the deep

is made of shed,

 working bedrock

 left behind

 low tide of

 industry,

 wrecked here,

 on the shoals.

As I lie flat, sinking

into gravity, I see

the complicated gum tree

snaking past the gutter,

my work-shed

flat behind it,

telling me, come on.