Emily Kimak

"The freckled grass is pulsing,
              exhales green beat

                 a rhythm;
                 we’re breathing in.

On this bus I hear Aboriginal music, and I see Australian grass, trees, sky, animals of feather and fur. Though the trees are still, in definition, they release an energy from their curls and sharp ends. This land is alive and moving through its own subtle rhythm in the dirt and walls. I am becoming myself here. I am noticing it is all right to dive into love of details and small moments and intricacies. I try to capture this, in a way that others can see the movement of this place."