Cathedral Fig
by Timothy Reed
In the depths of a tropical plateau
where you trade the beach
for all things bucolic,
the land wrinkles like
a green prune.
Brush-turkeys
scratch and peck -
regard you with old-man suspicion.
Sunlight calls a secret name
and the Kookaburra joins in
as you round the corner and
see the place where canopy
intertwines with cathedral.
Life streams down in caramel
ribbons, seeking the earth
(life has always come down,
never vice-versa).
It’s so much bigger than the pictures.
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