Poem Category: Australian

green pastures
udders filling
cud by cud

the swishing cow
her many darts of flies
brought to the barn

Monarchs
picking the river stones
to rest their migrations on

hair knots–
the salts of sea water
her Mum combs–through

insomnia…
still the quiet
to reach

a desert rain
still urgent
to seed

Zen garden
still the winds
to disorder

start of day
still colours
to turn clear

nursing home
still bonsai
to shape

tsunami
still the future
to sweep