Well-Known Corners of the People
Our back yard
J V Birch
From here, alive in afternoon sun,
honeyeaters guzzle pink flowers.
My hands are ageing without me.
How hard it’s become to remain.
Honeyeaters guzzle pink flowers
that gift themselves anew each day.
How hard it has become. To remain,
a knot inside is being released.
We gift ourselves to each new day
for life without loss is no life at all.
Inside, a knot is being released
as rainbow lorikeets split the blue.
Life without loss is no life at all,
my hands have aged without me.
Rainbow lorikeets split the blue
from here, alive in afternoon sun.