Les Wicks: Set Free

Beside water
I find a space, read again your letter.
A pregnant wattle leans over my shoulder.

We understand
that even light is captured.

Beside water
bishops decide to quit.
A teenager buries a knife in the coarse riverbed sand.

We go
& are blessed (in our ways)
irregardless of choice, pretension or wound.
Birds call out, but not to us.