PAUSE
By Stacks Poets
Published 1 January 2021
by Genevieve Osborne
Deep in the southy night when the soft edged feathers
of owls carry them yellow eyed and silent
when the sharp edged moon stencils
hill tops and headlands
the long grasses plait themselves into braids
and answer the tracks of the stars
the waves slow and clamber up each other’s backs
to peer across the land
creeks wander off into towns and corn stubble
wetting the lamplight and causing sheep
to lift and shake their feet
and in the forests, in the time left before the owls return
the trees bend, stretch out their great limbs
and rest.