Small stones on the minutiae of life

Friday, January 6, 2012

up-market breakfast cafe offers
off-menu item of screaming children;
scrambled thoughts push eggs aside

a worn out joint
does not discriminate
between seasons

Jacaranda showers
purple rain
on a thirsty garden

in empty tea cup
leaves reveal a story
as yet untold

Heat covers the bush in silence
as tinder twitches in expectation

New year, new day
my reflection shows
the same old me

rocks from the Nullabor

milky hued fragments

of a desert story