alone in my hut
[no one here to invent me]
Seventy three missions
around the sun and not
one thing of worldly value
to show for it.
No savvy safety-nets:
investment portfolios, insurance policies,
plans A, B and C. I walk the way
of not-knowing and wonderment.
Lofty notions of enlightenment, bliss,
exalted understanding have no buyer here;
I’ll take this uninvited, serene,
free and priceless fulfilment.
See, today I heard the air sing
as it danced through the rainbow wings
of a Lorikeet suspended
Today I watched cumulonimbus
massing in the west, those
sculpted edges alive with flaming gold
as the sun went down.
Tonight, as dusk fell
bringing cool relief to the sweating forest
I giddily inhaled a draught
laden with night-scented Jessamine.
And it is enough. Whatever may lie ahead
for this beloved bag of bones
the simple sensuous joy of being Presence
Rainbow Lorikeet hovering. Photograph by Trevor Andersen.