Wiping my hand across my brow, I am rewarded with a dirt SMEAR, providing evidence of my hard work. I kneel down, ready to PLANT more. The QUAIL family scuttle about the enclosed space. The LOACH swam in the pond, and the KOALA slowly blinked at me from the tree. I love my job at the zoo!

Georg’ann

Waking in a cabin suspended between two time zones
watching an hour come and go as I walk a few steps
Experiencing the construction of time
Part country kitsch
Part yoga studio woo
As desperate as today’s words
From which I wrestle
to find a cohesive narrative from SHINE, QUOTA, KOALA
irony being I have come
here to write

Heather