As I sit in meditation
in my small suburban lounge
I feel your spirit beckoning me
vivid images abound

the sounds I know so well
the rustling of the leaves
as they sway too and fro
caressed by the breeze

birds busily chattering
as they go about their lives
ever watchful, careful
to ensure they survive

old man ‘roo dozing peacefully
under clear blue skies
there is naught to bother him
but the persistent buzzing flies

the emu’s constant pecking
at the seeds blown adrift
now nestled on rich red soil
as through the rocks they sift

soaring eagles far above
as the currents lift them high
only to plummet rapidly
when a tasty morsel they spy

I wish that I could stay here
lost in the visions of my mind
where this peaceful tranquility
is not so hard to find

It’s tough being a country girl
lost in the city for a time
I look forward to these moments
When I am yours and you are mine.

Trish Johnston 18th September 2013