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Sun blast Eucharist

  • 06 September 2011

the long ago

in the slow cat's bowlsoaking days

wild bird seedon the porch

you wipe down a kitchenwhere you are now finally dominant

heavy days ordering joyin wild bird flight

& a cat too well fedto chase, & a son

at one end of the tablehow tomatoes tasted

in the long agofrom a mother's garden

mast

leaves fall form sails a vein of purchasein the wind & in the guttertwigs on a stick rattle bone

Eucharist

& it is here we have staked a lifecounted off the steps & measuredwhat it is we needa sun blast under the tongueas hands dissolve in prayera beat of rain on rooftops

weatherboard

road wraps ribbons bowed to a futurespread through a planted forest& then the open palm of grain

trucked in tight on the cornersthe rub of tyres to a broad sweep weatherboard& blocked in five hectare dreaming

patterns disappear out the windowthe awkward stiffness of the hotel's stairsa rattle of routinesboutique designs at the feet of mountainsa hand painted even blue of cotton wrap sky

the railway station is air con coolsoft seats & the cricket is on televisionEngland is winning

soft light the river risesto the stumps of peeling weatherboard

cutting a sway along these thin back roadsdrive on the crest& drop to the left over a verge of cut grasswhen something bigger then you approacheshold tight

the coast is jagged like a weeping cut

the high end of townpizza beer duskthe evening is a take away vacation

the net has holes as big as fishhands salt stained swim slippery wet towards each other

the hotel's curtains hang flatagainst the open window's main street

petalsfor Helen

maybe it takes somethingthe death of a fatherto get a handful of grand childrenonto an out of season beach to scatter petalsin the shallows which roll around their limbsprickling needle points of coldunder a blank skywhile their parents punch out & punch throughtheir eyes pinched against the wind& the ashes

south

flat line horizonat the end of a graze

a floating dreamsmoke stacked

& silently sailing south 

Rory Harris won the 2008 Satura Prize. He teaches at CBC Wakefield Street, South Australia.