Pools of liquid sky
left behind by idle seas,
gather in the kelp.

A sea, brimmed with storm,
invites the streeting clouds to
spill light in its waves.

I commit my heart to the trees
Amongst whose shade I walk
Glade is thick and darkening
Trail is long and forked

I know this forest, we are one
It calls me back to hold my heart
Lifting me from rank despair
Offering new starts

Pine and spruce reminding me
As do the stretching firs
Even through the winter’s cold
Greening life still stirs

Boughs in sun or laden thick
Lush beneath a heavy snow
Reminding me that burdens cold
Also make us grow

My mom playing the radio
dancing with the broom
singing of Old Black Magic
as she swept around the room

Blues on a hot summer day
at grandma's and auntie Kit's
The whir of a fan and slap of cards
her amber glass of Tiger Schmidt's

I learned I had a bass voice
Sweet Lips Closer to The Phone
I sang country, rock and roll
I had a Jim Reeves tone

I Couldn't Get No Satisfaction
so I tried most everything
I found my taste eclectic
but certain things I had to sing

Inspiration from on high
Illuminating morning sky
Translucent clouds are nacreous
Spectral, quilted and tumescent

Conversing over love and life
Colors match the current mood
A voyeur to their heart-to-heart
Yet I never hear a clue

Upon occasion, upward gaze
Reveals a cotton candy sky
Troubles simply melt away
As do the questions “why?”

At two years of my age we had two hunting dogs; Pepper and Pete.
They were "Irish Settlers" a lovely rust color and I loved
lounging on the floor with them in the winter months, before the
fire. I don't remember, but I was told this was so. Age four, we
had a "Lab Or Door Receiver" hearsay has it, he would not let me
out of the front yard. He would push me back into bounds with his
soft nose in my back.

The Cretor Spirits rumbled across the skies.
A dark storm formed on the Western Plains of New South Wales,
Flew past Orange, Bathurst, Lithgow - lifting tin roofs and tiles as
It did its destructive best to upset the well-laid plans of
Miners, Pastoralists and Sarsparali.
Up the Megalong Valley and descended
On Blackheath, the Hydro Majestic and Katoomba.

God(ess) blocked their way back up the path, as Adam and Eve tried to retreat to
Eden. "NO! this is no longer your home. you must go out into the world That I will
create NOW," She said as She slammed her staff tip down! being still pissed off at
Eve for her audacity to touch the forbidden fruit of the Tree Of Life! "Now you will
have children and they will age you. For NOW you are vulnerable to many ailings and
burdens of Man!"
Eve, for the first time, shed tears of abandonment. Adam did not even blink. his mind

Music is a place where I go
A device of teleportation
I’m an instrument, finely in tune
Receiving every vibration

Every note has called me home
Or made it’s home of me
Taught me secrets seldom sought
Trained my ears to see

I chased thunder in my youth
Metallic dreams abound
Never lost my taste for folk
It’s earth to which I’m bound

Younger still, weekends spent
Listening with my aunts
American Top Forty
Those glorious pop charts