Bush Wanderings

Of Anubis, jackals, I dream, trample and stamp, looking for the amphibian that moves, through a glass darkly His armour shines, amid croaking sounds An attribution to theThe audience unaware that I in my studio, am aware of the soap opera of species, the teeming life force out there, neurotic nerves, out there in the bushland habitat. Some realisation smacks of growling koalas passing by But speaking in tongues, grammatically, I am connected by many earthshattering sounds and shrilly trilling cicadas, heat No reprisal but many signifiers of Australian summer A flaming bushfire and screaming of foxes in dark night A jangle bell ringing, a visitor to my living room No protection from wildfox, still and wary, flees as I move He assumed danger, the thumping kangaroo presence Floristics and pattern of bird flightpath through A hornet’s nest, a live with buzz, the house a curious shelter But neverending life teems, growling geckos, part of an evolutionary cycle and spiders a lways spinning webs An axiom, true to collections of carcasses and carapace The banality of beauty, of slithering silent snakes My garden of Eden, flowers dried and deathly, overcome with drumming, thrumming, I immortalise with paint A mixture of pigment and oil, the slothful bluetongue lizard A reproductive cycle, I remember them always am isolated, lonely, respectively aware of them Fresh inexperience in bushland, lives lived and over A talisman and luck, I immortalised by dehydration The magnetic and attracted, remembered by preservation Hot savagery and raw stealth, my fascination and a Totemic sculptural mass, enquiry gives them a knitted woven approach, a reason for having lived, A creased brow, wondering, do we live to be? Quizzical, enquiring or remembered, to find out All lost and wondering, who we are? Eternally searching.