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Three Poems by Chris Johnson

Chris Johnson, Sydney, Australia

 

#1

 

A lone Indian flute

gestures to the night sky 

and autumn moon.

I gaze into the silent,

Starry River, while the moon 

plays in shadows

behind the silver-tipped

outline of a single cloud.

 

#2

 

Night opened her velvet robes.

Stars shot through plum flesh sky.

Silent apart from gentle murmurs 

of dark dwellers in low shrubs.

Wading through tall grass toward 

the homestead casting a single lonely light.

 

#3

 

The spear fisher emerges from the wash,

bends to rip off his long flippers

then slowly walks in the crumbling surf,

insignificant, venturing from the deep

lonely blue near the Grey Nurse’s nest

to once again tread on the powdered sand.

 

 

Chris Johnson is a Graduate student at Sydney University, currently working on a thesis examining the work of ecopoet Gary Snyder and the enigmatic Tang dynasty poet Han Shan (Cold Mountain). When he’s not studying, he loves to immerse himself in the beautiful landscapes of Australia.

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