Boulders by Martha Landman

Boulders

like dark granite walls

obscures the view of geese in flight,

their formation like past and future

melted ­­– smooth and slippery,

evade the devil’s playground.

See these granite boulders,

these graveyards, birds nesting,

the dust; the sun is out

and oranges are plucked from the trees,

your sweater is wet from the drizzle.

A friend speaks in her native tongue,

words harsh and brash. Annoyed

at being interviewed like this,

she says I don’t put labels on my paintings.

With nothing in front of you, exist!

Figure out new ways of making do,

making chocolate, making love;

just say it — this autumn weather,

these last waves knitted together.

Martha Landman lives in Adelaide, South Australia. Her work has appeared in anthologies and in online journals such as Strange Poetry, Visual Verse, MUSED, New Verse News, and The Poet's Corner in In Daily.