Almanac Poetry: ‘No Wind’ – Tommy Mallet

 

 

 

 

 

No Wind

 

 

There’s no wind in the valley,

 

nothing moves,
the shed and surrounding plantation,
hung, frame-and-picture,
by high, waning moon.

 

Loitering within this impossible still,
it voidance of time,
I can feel air,
smell individual smells.z

 

 

Blue gums,
ferns,
oil.

 

 

Night-damp dust,
that reminds my body of moments,
textures,
without memories.

 

By doing nothing, my breath becomes a

 

loud thing,
smelt by bush rats, possums,
frogs hear my heart.

 

I’m finding it hard to return
to sleeping wife and child.

 

 

A shout would reach each horizon,
touch everything,
but I have no desire

 

to be so small.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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