I Still Don’t Know

All-day long tiny percussive fists of

Persistent rain have pummelled, nagged,

Raised the best of marvellous memories:

Those that I thought I didn’t need,

The Dew-Jam Bush

Yesterday morning,

Before the courting magpie-monkeys

Ferried the dawn sun into the sky,

I hung my ear on a branch

Of the island dew-jam bush.

Hung it high so I would hear

Horizon-hidden good news breaking,

Your sigh-long sigh of relief,

Your big-beam smile.

5/4/2013