Living in Nature We cling tight to these cliffs, turbulent tides below. Driving the ocean road, we look out for Antarctica. Breezes lash shrubs and trees. We shelter among roots, branches. But nothing holds against the winds, the waves. When the Fire Raged, the City Buckled Skywards All February, the fire circled. There was a drought, no water left. The Country Fire Authority gave updates, advised we stay calm. When the big wind blew, the city didn’t burn, it buckled to become a huge eucalyptus. Punt Road still had too much traffic. In Search of the Divine Carl Jung documented dreams where a big hand reaches from the sky just when the dreamer needs it. Many saw a hand appear half the size of the city. It didn’t strike them as a divine presence. It was acutely disturbing. Michael Mintrom Michael Mintrom lives in Melbourne, Australia. He has published poetry in Australian and New Zealand literary journals including Landfall, Meniscus, Quadrant, and Sport. His recent poetry sequence, “Box Set for the Rolling Stones” can be found on the open access website of Literary Yard.
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