from fragments towards the single man's hut

then a voice like the radio

tracks in all dimensions here
wherever you look or can’t
over and under and many long left
some called and never answered

where rain fell
run of the ridge down
stray among boulders
scree, leaf slippage

from fragments towards the single man's hut

I am called to the conversation
voices all ways
never a word

sweat of the climb
up to a river vantage in rocks
and hear the bush working
rattle and scrape the wind over all

from fragments towards the single man's hut

deep in the undergrowth

edit the world open on
the one gate out beyond
and fill the book with
the smell of the bush
or that crackling sound of
mammals in their anonymous labour

from fragments towards the single man's hut

shadows and grass spun
minute by minute
remembering to look up

from fragments towards the single man's hut

and sometimes scratch
till one gets to the skin
or day goes grey then night

tumbles to it for once and for all
and goes to ground
tucks in the dark
a secret safely gone

from fragments towards the single man's hut

as clouds of heights hues hunches
head for their last shape
still pink to an edge
clouds the ridge hides
and those God’s country diagonals
as if the avatar walked off
in the breeze hat