Natures Balm
By Lynette Zander
The river flows
ever to the sea
it’s silent ripples
like sequens dancing
beneath a noon day sun
Willows weep
upon
the glistening water
Magpie’s warbles
Seagul’s cry
Eucalypts stand
like centuries
not a breath
stirs them
All is still
A train
squeeling brakes
splinter
my silent mussing
fracture
my thought
Contentious
a noisy minner
voices his disproval
as he swoops
a magpie lark
Still
there is a quietness
here on the river bank
a calm
that seeps into my sole
restoring a oneness
with the land
with my spirit
Time slips away
and i do not care
where
it has gone

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