Thoughts of health and work fill every moment;
I think that I’ve strayed so far from the track.
Days of confusion and discontentment;
I believe that I won’t find my way back.
A chorus of raucous cockatoos squark,
In reply to my thoughts as they fly by.
Walk in urban sprawl that pretends to talk
Of civilisation; a dot, a lie
In the wilderness within and around,
Terra Australis my chosen home found.
Walk home at dusk as showers start.
Tree shape standing against rose-pink sky, shifts;
Reminds me of micro-macro tension.
The shroud of fog that clouds my vision lifts,
Providing a glimpse of comprehension;
Explore the Universe within my heart!
theINFP 
Beautiful, Robert!
Thank you Sue. I’m still working on the other one 🙂
Looking forward to it 🙂
Wonderful what you can write in a fog!
🙂
Fabulous detail!
Thank you Carolyn
lovely write-up and appreciate the photo a lot. wonderful
Thank you for letting me know 🙂