Wild

Nola Firth

A stone, a leaf, a seed, 
clods of earth
in the wild place
of the ground.

These dirt roots, 
my hair, my bones, 
between birth and dust,
share the wild 
flick of an animal ear
as she rips at grass.

It is necessary to love the grass
with its feet on the ground
in one place
gifting green to dark soil,
embodying time-being
with the wild stones 
texting the now and the then
patterns of our survival.

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Nola Firth has published two poetry collections: Even if the Sun (Melbourne Poets Union, 2013), and Counting on Murwillumbah (Mark Time Books, 2018).  She lives in Murwillumbah in northern NSW.

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