Andrew pushing his wheely walker,
bending forward in his navy pyjamas.
The bright white mercury light globe
reflected in the bedroom mirror.
The dream catcher Irene made us years ago
hanging in the window; its feathers and beads.
Big black Levi climbing on the bed and purring,
making a pounce for a dangling cord.
Two little pictures my father painted,
one in northern Tasmania, one on Flinders Island.
Their dark wood frames; the orange tones of the earth;
the dull green trees, cloudy skies, pale water.
The discarded picnic rug thrown off the bed.
Its tartan pattern: warm red and lots of soft blue.
Inspired by Linda Gregg getting her writing students to write down every day six things they’d seen, as reported by Fiona Robyn in The physical world pours in.