Natures Balm 

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