That’s all there is…
I look for you
through the trees,
in the shadows.
Hoping in the filtered light you will
suddenly appear and give me that look.
That’s all there is now…
That and your art.
The way you could
merge rocks to make highlights of cornices,
spots to put things.
Pathways of woven creek rocks
smooth and soft under foot.
I wander along your bush tracks,
treading where l think you trod.
Sitting on fallen logs
where patches are worn.
I search hollows in trees
for some secret message,
a hidden tin,
any sort of gem.
I listen…
Feel
smell
wait, wait…
Then the wind sends leaves swirling down.
Josephine Allen 2014 (Third prize in ASPI Figure it Now Poetry competition)