Leaning against the invisible...' Charles Wright
All night rain on the skylight
the courtyard at seven still creased with darkness
hauntings of owls and bats
and unbelievably (winter, big wind shaking the hillside)
the first blackbird starting up speaking of spring
on the news that young boy in Brisbane
saving his brother from flood water
at the cost of his own life
yesterday with C in the Law Courts (by the river
where the sand barge has been rusting forever
estuarine tide depleted, quicksand lolling innocent and pale)
she too ill to fight for what was rightfully hers
but the judge restoring it anyway
(murmurs from the mudflats' resident geese, a trio of swan, gulls
the black and white avocets in their equivocacy)
the earth rolls on
our cycles of life and decay
just as it is, has been –
and the sums of our attachments breaking
our hearts, both enabling and keeping us from
flight
and what might save us
perhaps only the faith that what has been lost
may find its way back, in time
to where it belongs
– Roselle Angwin
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