the rain comes

and then it goes.

the air is sharp and still.
the water, calm until doppleganger
clouds break character, giggling, as trees
lean over the river and shake their bits dry.
meandering ducks split the horizon and I
realise that heaven is just mud and fish
but do not mind as daylight cracks overhead
and a passing bird I do not recognise
pierces the sky with a war cry. soon,
poached-egg sun spills its warm,
gooey center into our open mouths
and stains upturned cheeks.

just like yesterday, we do not care about
zigzagging between dead trees and shallow
water reeds as we hold our paddles up
like hungry children with giant spoons
ready to devour the entire world and
all of its wild in our very next breath
before we do it all over, again and again.

gaia in all her grace, gathers us around
her table. she feeds us with tailwind and
birdsong, nostalgic singalongs and echoing
rock walls. we savour every last scrap before
leaving with more sophisticated palates
for gratitude. nourished, the zing of woodfire
conversations and charred-stars remain,
inexplicable, on the tips of our tongues.

people come
and then they go.

the air is sharp and still.
the water, calm.


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