I live and work in Australia...pretty random...English-language teaching, hospitality, music, building....for me, poetry is a form of liberation - it's a type of private journal which can morph into a public installation...
Your grief for what you've lost
lifts a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and
here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and
opens and closes.
if it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
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