The call that wouldn’t go away.

There’s somehting about this land.
It keeps pulling things to the surface.

What are you not seeing?

Habits sneak in. We start avoiding the awkward bits — until fresh eyes drive straight through.

Stuck behind a slow driver, my inner commentary went off.
Then I overtook — and recognised who it was.

Watched a currawong feed a cuckoo chick — and noticed how fast my mind turned it into a story about right and wrong. Stayed a little longer. Made a bit of space. Saw it differently.