air moves leaf against leaf Big leaf, small leaf, in-between leaf Each brush a distinct sound stroke A multi-tonal “Hush!”
the flowers of the neighbours’ jacaranda fall Plop, plop, plop onto our Strelizia’s large leaves Boundary-erasing purple rain
something scratch-scratches in the undergrowth under my window
Has one of the dogs got out? I almost get up Stop listening
but no It’s the Hadeda Ibis rooting for the ill-fated worm It’s the rustle of nature communing with nature offering itself consuming itself A fierce, fearless, closed loop of provide and eat eat and provide
And my self-protective humanness feels like a frail outsideness