my body leans into it,
the warmth: starved of it,
these winter days of grey

my body reaches up to it,
the expanse: breathes again
out from under heavy skies

my body stretches into it,
the descent, the climb:
relishes the feeling of strength

my body crouches down to it,
the mirror hardly rippling
its echo of a lone cloud today

my body whispers to it,
the Moreton Bay fig and its
thick, curving branches flung wide

my body, these bodies,
remembered with presence
giving notice, to life