I Paint, I Write, I am.

What is this vastness I feel here on

the verandah, on this tiny patch of

 ancient earth, my tiny being,

 taking in this scene, this dark

 sky, this tree,

this duck grazing on

the lawn below?

And has this feeling come with

 a single thought, impulse or act?

To put it plainly, it feels like

wild chaotic life held together in

a travellers bundle on a stick –

 the universe

 in a single moment,

gloriously simple.

—Wandiligong Collection

—28 January 2016