the same drought part of the australian bush as yesterday only waking to a flash flood
water sliding the balding hill and shifting my inner landscape to a kind of environmentally aware comfort zone the top soil gone I am challenged to build something reverent look my family over for similar signs but it's hard to tell the rain gauge is the centre of attention walk on water or drown –
the plan for the tower is almost real enough
to put down on paper
there'll be soft places to dig the footings
a greening before a ripe moon
enough blood
to set the first stone in place