Communion of My Heartland
I yield to the earth
in supplication to nature
with worship in each breath
listening to a sermon
of kookaburras
as a kangaroo bounds out
a plate for tithe
I see goannas parade
the ancient rites
and koalas swoon
with the new age gospel
waving their faces,
and hanging from their mouths
and the platypus
monks of cold,
carry the testaments
to the deepest hovels
living with just one heart
I can breathe a tide,
and find home
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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