i stare into the sun
and blink three times
stare down at my shoes
and click my heels three times
i leave my window open, hoping
that someone flies in
and the back door unlocked
what if this house lies across a migration path
snakes maybe withered across the porch
and hibernated, where i lay my head
i found a black cockatoo feather
on my neighbour's driveway
and i thought about pathways and lines that we've intersected
lines that we've built over
and we think maybe - they never existed...
what if this house lies across a migration path
snakes maybe withered across the porch
and hibernated, where i lay my head