so bloomin lovely alan, truly marvelous in cadence and image, thank you. chris
---------- From: Alan Stewart <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [OSLIST] Within my sight poem Date: Sat, Jan 12, 2002, 7:15 PM Noticing and musing in the moment, and reflectings on these When I raise my sights I see a place where creatures of all descriptions come to meet with their mates, have a dip, take a long cool draft, preen in the sun, then whirr off into the blue. A place in which I noticed with new eyes the wonder of flight which brings feathered friends and bumblebees daily to the circle of their birdbath. Higher in my sights are lanky limbed eucalypts Swaying in the breeze like overgrown parsley; ever survivors of great bushfires, reminding me that I am in Australia or could this be California? Whichever, I'm in the right space right now. Lowering my eyes I confront a source of delight, terror, connection, surprise. Not ever knowing what today will bring with its messages from fellow travellers on our precious little planet. Yet ever ready to click send/rec - sometimes with great trepidation - to reveal whatever happens to be lurking behind the screensaver. And to respond or to initiate in time. Always there, not always hot wired (the law of two ears applies) is the wondrous brainchild of Signor Marconi. I remember when two or more playmates tuned in together, in rapture to 'Top of the Pops.' Now itÂ’s just it and me, as I do my sometimes lonely, anxious rearranging. Constant companion in the wee hours, with its voices of affirmation. And catching my musing eye is a reminder of how from time immemorial we humans have renewed things the way they were by using energy wisely, softly, with no reliance on non renewables. Nature's abundant warmth and wind drying the washing on the line. I acknowledge the gift of the invitation to notice and reflect on these things. And now these musings are over. Alan Stewart Adelaide
