Kerri Shying R # 546 - Hoot

Hoot

this is a time of real    turbulence
isn't it    under this calm      turning round
of seasons    every few days
see      back comes
the gumboot     I reach high
where     piled     over the inlaid altar cabinet
sits another layer

woolly 

like a filo strudel         I cook
throughout the night     listening to the owls
too many this year
and why
when so much wind blows dry

is this

still another night
I try to put down
fear  extinguish
ache   just
make
the bath