Feel the echoes
Of time
Warm dirt under
Bare feet
Ironbark leaves
Brushing your
Fingertips
Echoes of time
On the scent
Of the wind
Before a storm
The way the leaves
Sigh
Grey-green anticipation
Of the rain
Rough-scratch bark under
Your hands
Hearing echoes of the storm
Counting seconds between
Lighting and thunder
With the earth warm
Under your feet and
Suddenly you are
Spun around through
Cycles of life
Seeking something
Indefinable
Indefinite patterns defined
Through their independence
From anything approaching a
Definite
Swirling spinning through the
Infinite
Circles in the dirt
We dance
In circles
Around this earth
Searching still
For those echoes
Of that distant song
Circles In The Dirt is a new collection of poems about the patterns we create in life, the patterns we follow, set down before us, and the patterns currently unravelling around us.