The mouth of the river opens wide
Capturing the cool ocean wind
And funnelling it to a gasping city,
Carrying the flavour of salt
And fresh open spaces.
The wind also collects –
Leaves from the cities gardens
Dust from the business of life
Refuse from the excesses of life.
All of this it delivers –
Regardless.
(Nature continues to do her work even as we seem to be trying to destroy her. I found this piece of inspirational art work, made from river refuse, on a walk along the banks of the Brisbane river).
Poetry is my aeroplane 