A wattlebird’s song drifted across the afternoon, setting my thoughts wandering beyond the nearby branches. Some journeys take us across landscapes, while others begin with a birdsong and wander among the stars.
Journeying
I was dreamily listening
to a wattlebird singing,
wandering and journeying
in and out of thinking
about us wayward earthlings
Will we ever traverse
our destructive, warring curse?
We are but a tiny dust speck
within this vast universe
Is our infinitesimal dot
another hovering cosmic shipwreck
living on the brink
of some black hole’s parking lot?
Here on my verandah’s starry deck,
I sense that nature is tiring
of being the planet’s wet nurse.
From a wattlebird’s song to thoughts of the cosmos, this gentle tune seemed a fitting companion for the journey home
Ivor Steven © November 2026
