ocean’s weft
spinifex cradles shifting form
ever liminal
metaphor
-
Parking Ticket
Does freedom live
in the sunset
beyond the next turn?
Where phones
fall silent
Signposts read
‘Welcome’
the clock breathes
slowly
and smiles
Does freedom live
in the sunset
beyond the next turn?
Where phones
fall silent
Signposts read
‘Welcome’
the clock breathes
slowly
and smiles
boab tree, striving
strange twisted limbs,
does not fathom
how fair
its imperfections
from above,
in the hawk moth’s gaze
slim sapling, fresh
grown warty and bulbous,
does not fathom
how fair
its scars
from below,
in the kangaroo’s gaze
cracked age, holding
caverns in its belly,
does not fathom
how fair
its unshapen pendulous fruits
from beside,
in the desert man’s gaze
a moment
hanging on an aeon
in airless, aching
resignation
crash foreseen
unstoppable
THIS instant, whole
THIS instant, a million sparkling
shards
blessing
the glass was empty?
nothing but a few
drops
trembling in the remnants
slipped sidewise,
accidental,
landing stony
cells vibrating,
bruised,
turning tentative
to sun
slender form
bowed, diverting,
shunning gentle rain,
holding closed
against a chance
of icy breeze
yet holding true
strength
in deepening
roots,
face to the sun
determinedly
(she)
flowers
anne.seebach.poetry