In it there are beetles and sesame seed
and a project
for a deep bed dust bath.
And there is
Sunlight
which shall be first
and the changing season
both of which are noticed in the pineal gland
behind the eyes
even in a life in a tin shed.
beneath fluorescence.
And there is
dandelion and groundsel
and borage and comfrey
as well as grass.
There is radar for movement
within the constant binary
of the right eye’s near
and the left eye’s far:
On a good day there is blue sky free of presentiment
But there are blind nights filled with rat scutter
cat glide and the silence of the barn owl’s flight
There is the starry sky
And it just cannot be trimmed
I believe that bliss anxiety peace and fear
inhabit the head of the chicken
like windy days and overcast days and brilliance,
that there is room too for the less elemental emotions
such as loyalty cunning affection and pride
But that for shame, guilt, remorse
there is little space
I believe
that only what cannot be imagined
is a chicken’s head
There is much promise
in a vision that numbers ultra violet
in its marvellous spectrum
Sarah Day's most recent book is Tempo (Puncher & Wattmann, 2013). Awards for her work include the Judith Wright Calanthe Queensland Premier’s Award, the Judith Wright ACT, the University of Melbourne Wesley Michel Wright Prize and the Anne Elder Award. She lives in Hobart where she teaches year 12 Creative Writing. Her work has been widely anthologized.