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And as five zones th’ aetherial regions bind,
Five, correspondent, are to Earth assign’d:
The sun with rays, directly darting down,
Fires all beneath, and fries the middle zone:
The two beneath the distant poles, complain
Of endless winter, and perpetual rain.    
Betwixt th’ extreams, two happier climates hold
The temper that partakes of hot, and cold.

Ovid via John Dryden*

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It’s a mantra, isn’t it? Now a gifting
of the driest six months here in 150 years –
                ‘since records began’,
                which the panting
wagtail calls a grotesque expression.
Change is many of us working hand
                over hand, making
                stands or semi-forgetting.
We’ve arrived from a wet zone wetter
than usual, and this is the drift. Creation
                swelling or cracking
                in every realm. Remember
the funnels collecting smutty rain,
the swaying of tall trees till they split.
                And now any roots
                unable to reach below
the outer shell withering in the dark,
or lit up when those cracks reach down.
                Either way. Eventually,
                we’ll rid language of words
of change or words of weather, we’ll
acclimatise to whatever binds lives
                from end to end.
                Other eminent hands
will pretend translation when they
are remaking in own images. An
                Easter Monday
                and the road toll rises.
An Easter Monday and blue trees wilt.
A woman asleep or collapsed on the street
                of a country town
                stares horizontal
towards the railway line and its post-
flood traffic of intercontinental supplies.
                In this small town are 26 people
                homeless ... and counting.
Other people are enjoying the holiday –
an easy day-trip from the city. It’s hot
                but not chronically hot
                as it has been. This new
beginning. This continuation. The river
cradle forgetting what it can hold,
                and their eminences
                searching out a word
that incorporates ‘sun’, ‘solipsistic’, ‘profit’,
‘prophet’, ‘business’, ‘rain’, ‘dryness’, and love.


*From Metamorphoses ‘translated into English verse under the direction of Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison, William Congreve and other eminent hands’ [https://knarf.english.upenn.edu/EtAlia/ovidmeta.html]

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