between sand bars
Memories surface, crayon pictures in my nursery-hand. Tree foliage full and round, flower petals defined. A square house with a square door, triangle roof, two windows each divided into four.
Through the glass, plains stretch, baking under the inland summer sun. A wavering veil of mirage distorts the horizon. Thin-ribbed cattle mob the dam, jostling, slurping the shrinking muddy water. Dust funnels zig-zag between dry tussocks.
a crow caws
from the rusty fence post
Father is late coming home from working in the paddocks. Taking the lantern, I walk towards the barn. The door is ajar. A figure twists on the end of a rope.
pushed and pulled –
phases of the moon