Under the Surface

“Breathing is not free
in the mess of life and living.” ,
the tangled roots cry.
Nobody can tell from the tree top vantage point.
Birds are happily nesting and feeding the young.

Birdsong and cicada buzz are fanning the summer frenzy.

Lemon, lime, watermelon and cherry ice drinks,
metal fishing rods, surfboards and snorkelling gears,
salt hair, bikini and shorts, beach volleyball,
gulls spying on the fish and chips,
beer bottles weighing down stripy cabanas,
no one, not one living thing
hears the tangled roots’ cry.

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa