#324 - a soak

 

21.xi.20

324

a soak

at Bowenfels, near Lithgow

 

timber, stone

pure water runs

the rolling hills

 

dissolve in a bathhouse

ancient bones blessed

 

dry tickle stripped

far reaches touch

 

some parts poke out of the drink

 

some things seem to be real

 

come very still

steam curtains part

 

here’s sky edge to seeing

 

the lake below

motor sports

but we call it a dam

 

a pine sculpt sway

fake bamboo too

 

odd insect is in to swim summer

 

wrinkle into

no laughter required

but where are the monkeys?

 

imitation of another place

they bow in passing

to acknowledge

magic’s not for them

 

trip awkwardly in plastic hoofware

 

a dizzy pondrise

in the grotto

 

find Pygar

and we will escape

sound like the matmos out there

 

and better than a pill

for hips

this soak