Joanna Walkden Harris & Pete Spence
Watching the Clouds Roll in.
lying against a living branch like dinosaur bones
entangled behind a stringy barque prowling the air
sails around as old branches building up among
the kneecap outcrops of granite bulging in layers
curving along the tracks stirring up a rise out
of some pink leaves we glide through like tapestries
among the currents of grass watching the clouds
roll in in serpentine scoops rising like feathers
a flotilla shedding its various skins like histories
scattered thoughts a step in a direction it seems
wild skirmishes and yo-yoing of speeches warts
against huffs of light as flattening cleats sweeping
the horizon resisting tidal tectonics like night
and day and other intervening moments clustered
moments! o! swathes of triangles strengthening
a cleaved manoeuvre pushing off into the space
of it like a shove of air imploding direction
Joanna Walkden Harris is a photographer/printmaker/poet who has always lived
in Melbourne. Born there in 1950.
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