We settled down
It was the sun
At 108° this was a dead place.
on a tin beach, a powdery sand blew through the
So we grew inside the zero
taking pleasure in
Games played, hoops chased, the invisible circus seen.
Stepping in shadow, grape dark.
Leaves are Sphinx and Hydra, whitened
of loam loosened with water
to a bright bag of other-world.
Ganglia spike out now into Heaven
and the eye
to be aware is to be insect-like.
I spin and spin for days
in the wind that blows from this image.
Adrian Heathcote has published in many journals and magazines including Poetry Australia, Meanjin, Southern Review, and The Australian. A collection of his poetry entitled The Cloud Chamber has just been published by Dyer’s Hand Press. It is available exclusively from Gleebooks, N.S.W. Australia.
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