Tourist Without a Dictionary
Beneath every mountain is a map flung but unsung by ravensong or the witchcraft of breeze-saying. When we walk, breath coarse as ice flow from this snow-crusted air, I stop on thigh-sore’s pitch and turn to the view. There it is, the sprawl of our city, roof-tumble and tree toss and the tracks of human wishes printed 3D below. Not like in the bush where other animals make dents and smells surreptitious as the foot-fall of butterflies. They speak to me in star winks while I blunder tingle-footed and knee-wrought through this leaf mass, this ancient cathedral, loving but not learning. I know. It’s not enough.
Written for Twiglet #290 “ice-crusted snow”
Out of the Cave 
I could feel the exertion, and wow what a view!
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Yup, that’s Canberra, Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra suburbs and the Brindabellas. It’s a nice place to live.
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Wonderful. I really like “breeze-saying” and “the tracks of human wishes printed 3D below.”
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Thanks Bob! Much appreciated.
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Ah, now that’s weird. In the notification pane the top line disaplays different to all the others. But when I loaded your site it all looks good. Wonder why the reading pane gets it wrong?
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Not sure… I added the title that’s small and in bold later. Maybe that did something
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could be
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