Touring Victoria

a tanka string

see trees embroidered
with flowers and fruits
under clouds, scattered
like designer cushions …
nature’s outdoor room

glancing through
a chance hole in a fence
I’m like a spy
rewarded with secrets …
the vast unknown of country

from here
to the far horizon
in all directions
hedges and poplars
try to police the wind

trees partner with water
to reach their potential,
grasses grow as fields …
this landscape reveals
its intelligence