Empty but Full

I feel empty, but full.

thirteen

Opal my Mother

Opal, my Mother

To see her tingle

Blue red

Purple

Bright

Bury her again

there is bad luck

with opals

So they say

And they are

hardly durable to wear

So deep beneath

she remains

Waiting for a

day

when the river

Will wash her

bare

Or we will

all

laugh at

silly superstitions

Shadows

When I’m here in my shadows

I want to go where i can

feel my shadow close

Leave this city which casts

doubt

to th eland to the places where

I can stand and clearly see

What follow behind and stretches

in front.

Three

We are driving along all of us three, Tony and me and Heidi too. And wearing our hats and watching the dust rise behind us through the back window of the Valiant. Which is big and squarely honest. When I look across to Heidi next to me, I can see myself reflected in big almond eyes. And wide white mouth. Smiling back. tony sits in the middle on the back seat. I can see him in the mirror smiling. That makes three.

mmmm

delicious and luscious

sweet homemade jam

lollies that make your mouth tingle

smell of the earth near a river

watermelon on a hot day

feel of peach skin on my tongue

salt on a homegrown tomatoe