The streets sound brighter

The streets sound brighter
my footsteps practically crunch
after the rain last night

While remaining still

While remaining still
in the movements of bodies
a pulse is revealed

Nothing prepared me

Nothing prepared me
for the dissatisfaction
which grows as I age

At Cocoparra

At Cocoparra
the rocky canyon echoed
goats and I both ran

Saw a streak of light

Saw a streak of light
drop from the sky this morning
and I made a wish

In the early hours

In the early hours
Facebook knows when I can't sleep
yet offers nothing

I'm sure it's my name

I'm sure it's my name
muffled by kitchen cupboards
as chocolate calls

Crescent moon and star

Crescent moon and star
hang in the sky like a flag
as dawn approaches

Square cut of cotton

Square cut of cotton
smears mucous over my face
hankies are a joke

Without the heroes

Without the heroes
all the funds for sport and art
would benefit more

Soaking the carpets

Soaking the carpets
a tap that I can't turn off
anxiety seeps

After morning light

After morning light
walking stridently through town
women on their own

Like water lapping

Like water lapping
the soundtrack to the wetlands
wind through cumbungi

Realisation

Realisation
there's no seat to join the meal
a surge of anger

Some days are routine

Some days are routine
other days are magical
my outlook differs

These sacred spaces

These sacred spaces
Europeans stumble on
charged with the unknown

Ugly noisy bird

Ugly noisy bird
a photographer's challenge
helped by morning light

It shouldn't be hard

It shouldn't be hard
just seventeen syllables
on Narrandera

Familiar sounds

Familiar sounds
Bees and the breeze through the trees
Welcome to country

Victor Hugo wrote

Victor Hugo wrote
this note two days before death 
“To love is to act.”

Raising a stiff leg

Raising a stiff leg
like a dreaming dog kicking
native roadkill lies

Heads bob as I pass

Heads bob as I pass
yellow manes radiating
highway sunflowers

Celebrating dusk

Celebrating dusk
a cacophony from trees
fruit bats in Ipswich

Blue light on red smoke

Blue light on red smoke
full moon hangs over two burns
Modifyre scenes

Christmas in July

Christmas in July
frosty limbs of White Cypress
glowing by headlight

Steaming For Sale sign

Steaming For Sale sign
among the frosty gum trees
as the sun rises

Thick fog north of Parkes

Thick fog north of Parkes
the landscape turns silhouette
as dawn streaks and glows

Headlights behind crests

Headlights behind crests
like people's thoughts I can sense
passing in their eyes

Washing my worries

Washing my worries
the sound of rain soothes my brain
like hearing a friend

On quiet mornings

On quiet mornings
the sun does not seem as bright
thoughts linger in shade

Under festive lights

Under festive lights
it dips and rises again
like roller coasters

Deep resonant strum

Deep resonant strum 
tones from the largest guitar
strings like fencing wire