What I've Seen
I've seen: quiet, immanence, my mother
It cannot be undone. It grows like a brindle,
His empty desk — the first of nine taken
Poets notice things, such as
Lurking beyond the skin of the earth,
A rainforest ignites.
Words fly into the red-tailed seeing hawk
Pixilated screen loops a frame within a frame
On Queensland beaches, platoons of blue soldier crabs.
On a moonless midnight walk
Outside a wine store in the busker’s guitar case
The horse nibbles my pockets with velvet lips.
The tremble, barely there now.
At dawn a pure white rabbit standing by my fence
Seen is the woman's hand drum song
Cancer ward’s extended hours.
The anatomy of tumbleweeds.
One deep breath, all the way to infinity
Contributors in order of appearance:
Heather Cardin | Margaret Doyle | Marina Blokker | Naomi Wakan | Dvora Levin | Kim Goldberg | Susan McCaslin | Jessica Gabriel | Pat Smekal | kjmunro | Sidney Bending | Margaret Rutley | Leanne McIntosh | Marion Beck | Mary White | Harvey Jenkins | Sandra Lynxleg | Kathy Beliveau