The idea’s to be freed of a rictus you’d probably
see quite innocently induced; perhaps an effect
of the study’s cooler air, or must we correct that
impression - actually a spare bedroom & where
th’ broadband satellite connection’s at; anyway,
to be creatively outside in a clear air & blue sky
asks more of sangfroid you’ve yet to develop to
compensate for problems with resolution of the
pc screen - they’re issues you’re well aware of;
and then there’s irreverent howling of airplanes
flying low overhead, and the midges - not biting
yet but won’t be far away; - and two crows who,
believing y’ need encouragement, proffer ideas
from nearby trees raucously dissenting in what,
clearly their view, they consider matters most -
& then occasional rooster statements made by
sources ranging north & west of here, & who’re
less offensive in their commentary; pleasant if it
comes to that, not as incessant as that litany of
macho-poetic cawing-with-intent corvus abuse
None-the-less we persist - & the stress lessens
as we find pace is keyed to harmony - there’s a
moment of clear realisation when Kookaburra’s
calls flood in with momentary recitations saying
aha, ahahahaha, ahaha, er yeah, gidday, catch
y’ later, ok - as if knowing there’s no acrimony
meant - that indeed we are compleat
© 10 August 2015, I. D. Carswell
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