The morning sun casts a square patch of light
Aslant our small backyard. My pyjamas hang
A shadow from the line, still in the still air.

Over the pavement cracked with weeds
The ants scurry, not unlike the back-and-forth
Of human life; never straight in line,

Their curlicues describe a welcome home,
A meet-and-greet, a touch-and-go,
An au revoir and Gott sei Dank.

Through that crazed milling, the skinks
(No longer than my index finger)
Slink under garden hose and dandelions.

Unaware I watch from our ragged doormat,
Their wriggled lives unfold like blades of grass
In the lightest summer breeze.

I suggest we weed the path
And instantly regret the change I force
From skink infested wilderness to civilized banality.


About Francesca Jurate Sasnaitis

Me = Francesca Jurate Kristina Sasnaitis... also known as Jūrytė/ Jūrytėle/ Jūračiuk/ Jurachook/ U-Russia/ Urata/ Rata/ Jay-bird/ Jay-peg/ Miss J/ Big J/ France/ Franca.... Sasna/ Fox/ Greville/ Knight... and Nerada Netis... as far as I can remember... oh, and there's still room for Kristina... somewhere, sometime... Me = drew, painted, made sculpture, then stopped; printed photographs, then stopped; wrote, then stopped; made furniture, then stopped; made prints, then stopped; became a bookseller and stopped; wrote some more, kept writing some... and more... started painting again... sold a few more books... stopped... wrote some more, kept writing some... and more... and now seeing words, writing images... was that last bit too wanky? What goes around comes around, I guess...
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