Our back yard

JV 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.

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Poetry on the Move is a major initiative of the Centre for Creative and Cultural Research in the Faculty of Arts and Design, University of Canberra.

The University of Canberra acknowledges the Ngunnawal people, traditional custodians of the lands where Bruce Campus is situated. 

We wish to acknowledge and respect their continuing culture and contribution they make to the life of Canberra and the region.

We also acknowledge all other First Nations Peoples on whose land we gather.