out of bed to answer the phone, early, before 7, thinking must be my lady
but it be my youngest son's future mother-in-law phoning from england to
say they boarded the plane alright. big deal, i think, landing's the
important part. & i stand in my laughing banana t-shirt, left arm in lime
green fibreglass, looking out at a grey morning. there is a bird calling
like a child's petulant cry, repeatedly, somewhere in the tough old
gumtrees that are just getting their colour green back from black.
yesterday i said goodbye to 3 usa students from kenyon. birds flit and fly
each day, my mind too, yet i am still amazed how the young roam the world
like it is their backyard. shadows cross the road now and day begins. the
kettle whistles, magpies cluster at a door downstairs for the man who feeds
them, and i cutup red apple to sweeten my oats. to begin at the beginning,
it is shining now in the rain-damp, bird-chortling morn, as a one-winged
sparrow sits, chirping to his friends far and wee
daglish
western australia
7:15 am wednesday august 15
2001
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