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.
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.