39. Putting Up A Good Front
I will admit to a laneway, growing moss
in melbourne, & to being
terrified of winter, I start to shiver
before summer is over.
It's the fear of being cold down here,
of being eaten alive by frost.
My lungs filling with liquid fire.
The seasons never frightened me in Sydney.
I will admit to having some emotions,
during the early stages,
like it really hurt to cry in the sun,
when this wily wagtail fledgling,
hopped down to pick at that crust,
by the bench seat I was sitting on.
When I thought there wasn't a crumb
of hope left in me.
I will admit to crying about this.
I hope no-one sees my face,
fully irrigated like a chaff bag,
like channel country. |
