Escape
from the frantic pace
family friction
pressure to perform
freedom from festivities
I plonk myself
on the edge of clarity
the coursing creek converses
with exuberant birds in the distance
the wind awakens the gums
the leaves sway in response
passersby oblivious to the call
a moment held
within the trunks
limbs suspended over passing time
curved up towards the sun
blue sky ahead
grey heron lands
near the makeshift basalt bridge
of stepping stones
Heading to the South
the water continues to the bay
its persistent motion
defined by obstacles in its path
snaking its way down and around
through this small stretch
slap bang in the middle
of inner west Melbourne
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