thought I was flying ~
down through clouds
~ but this is smoke!
Sydney is burning
reporting from Sydney airport – in transit north
, on the news, it seems unreal or at best, distant.
i am a witness.
from this stage, i wave
to the rest of the world
this is real! this is acrid. this is thick. this stinks. this is toxic. this is shocking.
please please be shocked. Please please act.
here i stand. witness to this
not waving, but burning
purple is the rain
boiling with storm cracked like cups
that cannot be fixed
I dreamt of separation and isolation, then
I woke up
Thank you to the people at Narrow Road magazine for publishing my poem ‘Light Dreams’ in their December Issue. page 34/35. Love their cover art!
Napowrimo day 26. Write a call and response poem. Like a call to arms or a hail.
A call I call from a cliff; a precipice
Clothed in the skin of sky so freely given
Still, I long for blue
“Is it you, you?” “It is me, you. It is”
I can’t hear it
The wind whips it away, I say
A call I call; repeated becomes a habit
A call I call, not a listen
“Is it you, you!?” ” It is me, you. It is”
“Is it. Is it Is it is is is……?”
Reverberations naked on the wind
“Yes, truly. Yes”
I didn’t believe it. I didn’t hear it. Kept calling it
Desperate voice on a precipice
“Is it you, you?”
Yes. Yes.I felt it. All through skin and sky. Through to my eyes
The Yes. The blesséd Yes.
” Yes. It is me, you. But is it truly you?”
Ahhhh, there I fell through