Underfoot,
crusts of dust shiver
as day breaks.
Breath.
In,
out.
Colour emerges: the sun is lifted by
sulphur crested cockatoos
across a kaleidoscope
of movement;
soaring through the blue wash sky.
Below,
a mirror rich in reflection
shimmers pigments as they swirl.
Beady eyes watch fish dance
under their translucent
coloured blanket.
Breathe.
In,
out.
The landscape sighs
as roots bathe in nutrient soil,
spreading as the gum tree unfurls
drought-stricken leaves.
This is the land
of dreams.
Breath.
In,
out;
alive,
in sweeping
brush strokes.
By Emily McIntyre
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