“At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.” Pablo Neruda, Rain
the girl at the grocers
checks her phone as she scans my veg
house, backyard frontage
a gif of the picnic table
the garden’s gone cambrian (maybe permian) a froglet laps the waterbowl carrying another on her back cheered on by a spawning chorus the vines have left their beds set up perimeters their triffid purpose leaves like radar dishes tuned to the merest twitch snails on my shoelace snails on my window snails carrying snails, building pyramids — the Lord of Snail is come promising change, promising many things the sky’s never heard of hi-fibre breakfastfood, Jesus or chordates so lowers til it spills washes away hills the river grinds a new course i’m a mud-covered thing — a pair of stalky eyes peering round corners fugitive in my mudhole — (for now) i assume nothing.
Image: Four young nuns fishing, c. 1952, c/- State Library of Queensland on Flickr. A bit of fun on a rainy Sunday. Recently the east coast of Australia has experienced substantial rain and flooding, attributed to the La Niña effect, record high ocean temperatures and anthropogenic climate change.