she waters agapanthus, planted on Friday
holding up well, despite some dry days
warm breeze blows, in midday sun
cover up in shade, don’t want to burn

Gompa meditation, long and deep
brings mind to life, out of sleep
warbling magpies, in ironbark tree
sugar ants’ hole, covered in leaf

tiny insects wander, on concrete edge
what do they eat, not even a hedge
last week friend, saw brown snake
active in heat, great care must take

airborne ‘Santas’, drifting in wind
action everywhere, life easy to find
on green mound orange flowers grow
contrasts native landscape’s grey-green hue

Irish fellow built, many rock walls
like homeland fences, stacks straight and tall
wallabies visit, munch flower heads
very frustrating, building garden beds

jumping jack ant got a bit too close
gives painful bite, if you stumble across
horse in paddock, friend whistles it over
leaves it some carrots, animal in clover

dry gum leaves fall, twirling around
caught by gust, as spiral to ground
cicadas’ racket, noise gains strength
as sun rises higher, tracing path’s length

on silver pond see, favourite insect
luminescent dragonfly, creature perfect
woman on bicycle, orange skirt, floral blouse
clutching white paper … content? … who knows?

friend almost finished watering plants
soon will farewell Atisha’s ants
turns off tap, near streaming flags
will take home potting mix, in heavy bag

can strike cuttings, brought from Belgrave
will need some plan, from wallabies to save
jet stream above, feathering out
like mystical trail, to heaven’s gate

very good to rest, breathing fresh air
so much to see, forget inner cares
saplings sway, own special rhythm
tiny birds twitter, all is forgiven

miss my mate, write like he’s still here
helps adjustment, to pain and fear
found hair comb, near car park
been here for weeks, has left its mark

could sit around, feeling glum
or run around working, like Atisha chum
does everything free, labour of love
driven by passion, guide from above