Bendigo, Victoria, April 2021, by JB

Stone. Leaf. Fibre. Seed.

Chance placement of earth beneath stone,

fledgling tree and moss embracing

shelves of rock and ancient soil,

and the breathing,

the breathing of the trees

and the bird-song-murmur,




and held


on the cold air

inside the space

of my understanding,

grounded in the sky’s grey-layered

remnants of a closing day.

The light shifts…

How had I not seen the minute red berries

and the blue stars

lining the mossy floor?

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