Mum, you are over
three thousand kilometres from
a hug and some tea.

Poetry | Stories | Photography
Mum, you are over
three thousand kilometres from
a hug and some tea.

Oppressively hot,
humidity in the south,
fan, cooling, and chill.
The old-growth forest
disappearing from this land
for reflex paper
trees embody time,
humans are time in motion,
time is within us
Contorting herself
A blithe disregard for trees
Samurai movements
Pot planted flowers
grumpy at their owner’s taste
in music, singing
Another classic.
Songs playing along the road,
dying leaves moving.
Do not turn away,
see the death and destruction,
Sunflowers will bloom.
The forest spirit
let me walk through the forest
without feeling fear.
Frozen, sitting still.
Darkness gathers waiting in
the ceiling corner.