The top-most curls of stone-warmed air breathe;
breathe deep and long,
a mother's touch since absent.

Sky scraped cirrus laid out above,
platters of dreams shifting, changing,
forming, fleeing,
once seen and gone.

Lilac breeze ripples
broad ocean swells of air.

On sun-tipped splay
stirred lizard backs appear.

Cuts come to me
(absorbed in knee-cap visions),
hair wet and dripping,
creektouch fresh;
flies
and blood from shattered carcass
minute against skin pores.

Peace echoes with rapid fall of
water into sandstone;
lulling summer blindness
inward turned and languid,
laughing at colours, scents,
slit-eyed and demon-free.

Currawong breathes inwards launches spiral song.
He pulls my blinded eyes
from memory (a moment's time)
to see the light begin to fade.