yarrabah pre-dawn
dante is sleeping late and i have stolen outside
barefoot
to greet the first light of the day
above me - a clear and open sky
below - my toes tickle asphalt and grass that has fought its way through the cracks
the air is clear and light
intoxicatingly fresh
welcomingly unfamiliar
the south easterlies have arrived
[and i am told]
the wet season is beginning its end
walking this morning for hours
with dante and Baba [dog]
ravenous for clear air and skies
that have for so long hung think and heavy
every flower- every blade of grass - every soul i pass
spirits lifted
