Date of exercise: Very early morning, post qi-gong
Location: Top of the hill
Weather conditions: still, bit of a breeze
Lead researcher: Rebecca
Findings: As follows
your cool morning breath
an exhale too quick, and slow
blows sleep from my eyes
[AN]
night, curled up below
digs stealth channels in the dirt
(my body warming you)
[AN]
o kookaburra!
your morning sense of humour
gets me every time.
[AN]
But look at that sun!
punching well above its weight
(click click, click click click)
[AN]
your pillowbreath –
a secret whispered to me
an alibi, also
[AN]
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Night sky at Ingar Dam
Foreign constellations swarm
and make me miss home.
[ST]
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Clouds on the horizon
Create a spectacular sunrise
That would be boring without them
[JH]
The sunrise is slow
But what more do you expect
From feeling the earth turn
[JH]
The sun is about to emerge
But I just got colder than before
Is that meteorology or my metabolism
[JH]
On mornings like this
The flaw in my vision
Drives me crazy
[JH]
Peach and grey start the day
Until sun crests the clouds
and then more colours emerge
[JH]
But is the sunrise slow?
Not really, says deep time
But don’t call me a speck. I say back.
[JH]
Now the sun is up
Looking where I looked before
is impossible. Too bright.
[JH]
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