the shaft of something
penetrating deep
like sunlight
on an April autumn day
how each of my unworldly gifts
may count
as more than gorgeous nothings
in this great world
which lies within
which spreads outside outside
maternal curve of our own sphere
this sun
which shines its naming light
these fixed and moving stars obscured
they chorus now
in silence eloquent
reminding me
I am a child of cosmos
and closer now
the parsley feathers brave new leaves
the violet offers petals dark and
cautious distant fragrance
the nectarine releases curves
of late strewn golden leaf
the scrubwrens scold from greenery
and antechinus feast on alate termites
with folded wings before me
in search of some new home
while I
with all my small and delicate gifts
I seek benevolent sovereignty
within my high and broad
my slender and substantial realm
Tanya Coburn
