Monday, 1 June 2015
Safety In The Outdoors.
You need to watch out for trouble.
The bush here is safe, in its way.
There are no snakes, hidden, or tigers,
No poison darts or Kalashnikovs.
Unlike the Serengeti where we once saw a giant eagle
Swoop on a hyrax, only to lose its grip
And drop it's prey.
Never to hit the ground as
It was seized, in the air, by the jaws of a passing hyena.
The winner on the day.
But you can get bluffed and fall,
Or get caught out by a raging creek,
Or get mistaken for a buck, or a duck,
And get shot.
Or just become lost.
If you are still with us, you
Should follow a creek or is it a ridgeline?
You should stay with the boat or the aeroplane, you should
Use your watch as a compass or
Empty your pack to use as a hat to
Blindfold you to the reality
That you are lost.
You can place a small smooth river stone in your mouth
And press it against the roof of your mouth
With your tongue
But don't swallow it.
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Your pared-down poetry is exquisite, and refects your visual works like a mirror into another form.
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