I latch onto the mantra                                               
let them go
and go off the grid

switch the phone to moon mode
[do not disturb me]
and later switch it off

go rogue
go smoke signals forged in a fire boiling yabbies we caught in the creek

go clouds of white in blue wren open sky backdropping scribbly gums and
their scribbly gum moths frilly wings enchanting

go salt water rock pools with sea foam icing
go strangler fig jutting roots
like benches for the broken

heartbreak will not break me

go snow

go sand under foot

go river pebble paperweight in hand

go back to the land
back to the land
to the land

and let her heal you
when an ending arrives

Kirli Saunders