Gavin Austin

Homeward

the blue
of a kookaburra’s wing . . .
parting clouds
reveal ladders of light
linking liminal spaces

The road twists ahead through valley mist to its vanishing point between wattle blossoms still on loan from winter. Old man’s beard hangs from myrtle branches; velvet dampness greens the trunks of towering mountain ash. Swirling around time-mottled rocks, the murmuring stream and scent of rainforest, call me home.
 
The part of me, that is me, wants to stay forever. Let my ashes find the valley winds and scatter through deep fern gullies to rest in leaf, moss, and lichen.

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About the Author

Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, Australia. He writes short fiction, short plays, and poetry. His work has appeared in many Australian and international publications.