sunlight through
fingers, reaching
, bliss’ed sound
waves, humming
, australian golden
sand and blue and blue and blue
sky and sea and more


the mountain people

there is a collective,
sighs, and a collective sigh

drizzle, brews more than filter
into bones and solemnity abundance

we’re ordinary people with less
need to be drunk to extraordinary

i will stay with these beatings of surity
‘s rhythm and background melodic friends