poetry

mindful silence

mindful silence

in the deep dark of the glowworm cavern
there’s no chatter, no photos
(our guide warned)
and we are immersed/transfixed
by black water rushing below us
while above constellations of electric blue blips
are scattered at random like so many stars
all we can do is suck in our breath
and look

later a woman asks
Why did we need to be quiet?
So we could all enjoy it
our guide says without apology
without hearing where
you’re going to dinner

poetry

glowworm grotto

glowworm grotto

in the black dark
we assemble arrayed opposite
a bank of cold blue glowing embers

the little dots shine steady
excepting those reflected in the stream
which waver in the wind

gazing at the electric blue
Mind begins to craft
its own Dreamtime story:
stars sky earth fire song water
but that’s not enough –
love loss betrayal remorse punishment
all leading to
the quiet blue bank
gifted to us tonight

poetry

victory

victory

in the jungle
headlamp draws
so many bugs
I can’t breathe

even held in my hand
light invites too many
winged spectators
to be able to think
about anything
except being done

as usual
arthropods win