HERE WE ARE
thin silver wind in eucalypts
dust the precious drowsy sweetness
yellow in open morning turn
to autumn magpie, kookaburra
corella, pigeon even in bird rage
for territory sweets in windowed air
every minute o that remarkable
what would nectar do o you angles
of dawn, breasting dawn o seriously
feathers out there 150 million kilometres
of light o sunspot activity Asian cyclones
o melting Antarctica here we are
openings in sea fissures in the electric
the dream in wake on walls the big dance
shadow thick night sings bye-bye-bye
o breath, I and you breath then breathe
this shadow wake for the not numbed
o let me stretch forth for another
and it comes into me this day like
this day what’s not wrong is not wrong
and round the room high in the aerials
every digital wing what sing!
dream carcass empties sleepless empties
sorry worry empties here full
the blast of traffic into a space
o glittery space fleet thin silver
immense 150 million gold waving oxygen
to taste and to tempt
this kiss welcome here my skin
here my walk again here I am
a part and who is that flickering the door
parcels of dust and making footsteps
making more dust in every
clever molecule all the leaves are grey
so they shine
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Jill Jones
www.jilljones.com.au
Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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