hidden published in The Lake)
who could comprehend the lyrics
sung by magpies at daybreak
or understand the motives of swallows’
murmurations the language they sketch
on a canvas sky or
who could conjure words for
the light’s golden moments when
each leaf and flower glows from within
who can parse the grammar of each
tiny weebill in the canopy of Moonah
who has measured the corners of a heart’s wildness
so let the secrets of this earth
stay hidden for what fragile soul
could bear the weight of the knowingness
that balances all planets in orbit that
carries the push and pulse of a pelican lift
let some mysteries remain
