While just over a week ago, much of the state was sweltering and facing the risk of fire, we now find ourselves being lashed by ex-tropical cyclone Oswald. Some of the images that are circulating at present are absolutely devastating…
I offer this poem in the hope that this weather passes without too much loss.
First Fire, Then Flood
When summer stripped the mountain
what stood out in revealed space was
a watercourse cut steep in hard stone
Wonder where the water is now that was there?
Wonder if the stone misses it?
Speech comes out bleached, stone like:
after the events of silence, the floating away
of silence into speech
Roll a rock down the slope to learn
the thunder of your being
Long for the stone
which longs for the sky
which longs for the sun
which longs for the cloud
which longs for