#2108 - Dove Lake Circuit

 

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Dove Lake Circuit

Cradle Mountain

as encountered with we the creatures, too

 

 

day bites

 

at a low tussock puddling, at lettuce moss  

 

snow patching the peaks for far in cloud clearing

 

there’s marshlife trickle

over creekroar

 

mist breath, lichen rise

teastain shallows

 

sky apace, a sunbreak then

sudden bark like a sunset caught in the trunk

 

signal for fresh falls

 

everywhere limb tussle

this rot is life to give

a wrestle and all go down

(death, the brief illusion)

 

under stiff breezing

dell view, log hollow with lakelap

 

like glass cut long since

this bowl given

 

stone incised

for falls now

 

listen!

it’s as if there were an ocean inside

 

ice on the track reminding

ice was, will come again

 

come right round like a clock

 

wind gusting

rain falling all ways at once  

 

a rush on the moss           

hat catching

 

so many countries this one walk!

 

ask who has the time to stop

just to see where they are