wrapped in
a merino shawl
I watch
forked lightning sprint
across a smudged sky
hiding
lies behind smiles
the games
he plays quick-stepping
through each day
uncovering
truth in each charade
the scent
of charred embers
imbued with sorrow
sunshine slants
between window slats
the changing
patterns through each day…
time to consider choices
the river
alters old channels…
in relentless ebb and flow
embraces
new pathways
a flood
after weeks of rain
brings regeneration…
I lock the front door
and move interstate
Gwen Bitti and Marilyn Humbert