Koala
Six

There is a vastness in the complexity of the galaxy
Which we may never fully understand

Or, at least, not in my lifetime. It is enough, for me here,
To stand amongst the wildflowers
Their fullness, heavy on the breeze
Petals softly swimming amongst the dust motes and the honeybees drinking up the light of the universe
How they dance together, a symphony in simplicity
And the softness of the pollen as my fingertips brush patterns into existence

Am I brave enough to dance here, too?
Do I see the way the world moves?

If I stand still, I can feel the earth shift. It’s rhythmic breathing, soft and slow, steady on like heartbeat to the spinning above
Where feathers dance like angels on the heads of pins
And I can smell the eucalyptus in the air
Bright and clean
A high note against the darker, musky florals of creation.
And if I am brave enough, would I taste the green of such knowledge?
To be the koala, instead of the world sleeping on his back?
His gentle acceptance, as that of a summer’s day, unburdened by the onset of the storms,
Brings the birth of new constellations.
And this too is his prevue,
For why, if such knowing is forbidden, would he smile so?