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