We’re heading out

RAV4 is ready to take us

bush, Mookerwah is calling

Skye and I, new friends

drive chats turn to politics. Just 

look out the window

sometimes the best thing is to stop talking.

                                                              No agreement

 and nature holds answers for me

Palestine, Israel, Sharia law and Globalize the Infatada

trying to do good

peace is an inside job

how are your insides? The man of the house 

since before you could speak, thank you for having me 

on this land.

                  I lounge on a wool blanket by the fire

she gets water from the creek

cups of tea 

made in the billy 

black cockatoos that call in the rain 

and stinking dead kangaroo wafts up occasionally

and scarred trees from the ravages of bushfire blown over in recent gales

and stinking conflict and social exclusion

and scarred edges of the road from land management

and stinking discomfort from shallow understanding

and scarred cultures that fight each other.

                                                            The cliffs 

meet the river surface

rocks above rocks below 

treasure for my eyes and heart. Plovers

and magpies in the low August light

how to convey your generosity and kindness 

to critics. Dehumanisation can go both ways. As ever 

I hold the disparate views

reserving a place to call “my views”

my view of the casuarinas

their tiny flowers releasing their essence

and then 

so much joy.