Friday, November 13, 2015

Green Caldron

On the edge, sitting, standing, watching, 
for wallabys,  while cockatoo's broad wings, yellow 
flared cocks, fly in and out of my vision, 

Where are the wallabys? 

Watching, waiting.

Sitting on the edge in sacred
space created 
Inhabited
shared, 

gifted to me 



Now.


gkn November 2014

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