Today

Today
I walked in the bush
with the earthsmell and the lifesmell
still movement of
spore patterned forms
and roots writher gnarled hands across the track
I walked in the silence of growing and struggling
and strife of life

-and in the loud silence I stood alone pondering
barren and free-er than nothing
for even decaying is useful
- but me -

I am sterile
Where nothing is wasted
the lifesmell the strifesmell
I have no perfume.

Kaylene Andrews