All Ways Always
By Tais Rose Wae — 31 August, 2021
It begins with wattle blossom yellow in the crimson womb of morning sky, wrapped in a blanket of smoke winding off the mountain range, all uninterrupted honeysuckle banksia nectar tapped onto an open, patient palm. The moon appears, unassuming, as if a gift among clouds hung full of first song clapsticked and sung across treetop…