Early Morning
in the Antipodes (Yes, it is HOT here at Christmas)
5:08am
The ravens are walking down the road like they own it
because they do.
They own the topmost branches of the blue gum on the front verge
and they own the bright yellow lids of the un-emptied bins
where they perch and caw the day
into sound.
Who came up with these birds
that blue-black-muscle-feather
that Conor McGregor walk?
Someone with swagger
enough
to come up with the idea of morning.
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Listen, the wattlebird tells me, landing on the roof:
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The beating heart of being.
The being heart of worship.
Some snatches of poetry from this week’s journal pages.