The Universe Calling

The Universe Calling

It is 2.22 pm
the time
the universe calling?
A message I should know?
pairs with one stuck in the middle
a triangle

I am so scared of what is to come
breaking it all apart
not seeing beyond
will it grow again?
dismantling years into minutes
no focus

But the kookaburras are calling me again
they always do
at big moments in my life
Today they are restless
Gaphawing, hooping
speaking their song to me

I am dumb
I can't understand
what they are saying
So they fall silent
and I long them to come back
to tell me what to do

Instead a crow croons
and flies away
rozellas twerp and chirp
happy in their freedom
the trucks brakes squeal
reminding me of work and steel close by

They are back again now
fleetingly
the Kookaburras
More intense but distant
as is the crow
and the clouds are thin

And the air is chilled
even in the afternoon fullness
of the sun
I sit and wait
on manicured grass
at the lonely institution of learning

All is quiet
all is calm
all is moving away
slowly
even
in the stillness

it is 2.33 pm precisely
no longer a perfect trine
that is gone
a new mystery awaits
and what is time anyway
but our attempt at constraint

and the cricket begins her song........