In Memory of my Brolgas

Instead of thinking
about poetry today

I am indulging my-
self with a slomo re-

play of the brolgas 
dancing around a

farm dam five kilo-
meters north-east of 

Ridglands. There is 
a quietness in it.



A cold steer

Next time you
watch a truck-
load of cattle
being trans-
ported to the

meatworks, don't
think of them as
living creatures
about to be
put to death but

observe them im-
partially as part
of the food web.
It is so much
more melodic.

 
Déshabillé 

Because of its 
cognitive style &
incandescent light 
every tonne of 
scrap metal 
you clean up 
from a public 
place can work as 

a wardrobe staple 
in the same way 
that a built-in lum-
bar support will 
retool your internal 
guidance system.



conjunction

In the slice of sky more or
less directly above me is

an invisible passenger jet;
yet its engines heard so

clearly that the sound seems
rather to accompany the si-

lent hawk coasting on the
thermals much lower down.