her boyfriend now dumped
hows things with you kim good thanks
while scanning the crowd

someone watching me
drawn to look out my window
shining silver friend

i cant help smiling
neighborhood peeper arrives
lunar cycles high

oh this restlessness
rising underneath my skin
lifes creative force

3am waking
clock becomes my focus
through tightly shut eyes

fertile home of dreams
living layers flung aside
my bed my retreat

body language speaks
like loud hailers announcing
who has got the job

she did her duty
the hospital century
her sons eye sees wide

after her absence
i wait for glimpses of time
in her other world

her poets body
back on deck strolling through words
a record of life

wilderness of heart
can it be tamed or set free
neither seem likely

"you are back" they say
i am not so sure on that
at least bodily

quiet day retreat
my conscious mind wilderness
unconscious mind home

catholic service
joining us throughout the world
anchoring ashes

flouncing pretty girl
ribbon glimpsed through bouncing curls
her steps full of life

oh those early days
milk and cream came in tins
lifes ingredients

toweling his hair dry
so masculine those movements
absorbing the rain

fluently flowing
childhoods visual pictures
memories of home

swollen river swirls
striking fear into mothers
anxious beating hearts

dark blue cottontails
saved many a girls bottom
fiery slippery dip

roasting men working
molten tar for many days
sign and bloke both red

continual scratching
interacting with nature
i notice the tick

monsoonal grey sky
intensifies the lifestyle
growing on my wall

sandals and long socks
like alien beings fair
germans blow through town

tourists pass us by
drying knickers on their cars
top end days no shame

mainstreet of katherine
landcruisers are competing
on size of bull bars

strong black tea brewing
the tang filling my nostrils
ants carry their load

river rats long gone
heady days meatworker lives
stories morphed to myth

recklessly waiting
hoping for resolution
the story of life

walking home from work
raindrops speckling my glasses
gently misting night

the white car goes by
full of decisive driving
parish priest visits

stifling heat returns
clouds scatter to horizons
surely not the end

artistic frenzy
i failed to notice the change
into autumn leaves

baby boomers laugh
all dancing in the one spot
new respect for knees

partying so hard
baby boomers watch the clock
stuggling to midnight

lifting leaves and sticks
willy willy circle spins
careless resting space

tentacles of green
winding cheeky through the trees
sneaky weeds abound