AMOROO… Queensland, Australia, Sept 2022

Rolling waves of wind…

Swaying canopy of forest

The soft roar of air washes.

The Gum Trees laugh…

Tickled and tossing together.

In the East… silver sky

The remnant of the caldera…

Gnarled rock shadowed with gold.

I wake to a symphony…

To sonatas of song… to a multitude of birds voicing…

And to the sing of tent zippers unzipping…

Awake… we emerge.

-Green Camp Ground 6am

Acknowledging…

Acknowledged…

For five mornings I have come to sit with coffee in hand upon a boulder at the interface with the feral.

Invisible in the rough duff… in the littered bark of the Gum Trees’ shred…

Eye upon me… sitting 10 meters away… is a mother Curlew brooding eggs.

The amused banter of the urbane…

The clink of fork and knife upon yolk-yellowed plates…

She has accepted the noise of the convention’s breakfast diners 30 meters away.

I acknowledge… she acknowledges…

I too am a surrender to silence’s still serenity.

I too am no more than breath in the rise of sunshine.

-Jacaranda restaurant