Proud of my seedlings
I step back
to observe
Back into a log
which rolls
a touch
Like a skittle I wobble
for several
s l o w
seconds
then fall
back first
skull second
whomp-smack
on hard-baked grass
My feet wangle the air
like a dog playing dead
a lightning-struck sheep
Gaia, why
did you smack me
upside
the head?
Was that karma
or
Down under photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk 2026
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Reality is upside down, isn’t it?
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Yes that’s another level to it! Thanks for your astute observation Nolcha xo
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Down under you here
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i think I pressed publish too soon…left a whole chunk out from my draft and I keep tinkering with it…revised version up now
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😁
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Love the wobble effect! If this happened to you, I hope you’re alright!
Last month, I was pushing my kid on a big wheel swing (with other kids) – it needed all my strength each time. I tripped over his bike nearby, fell over backwards onto the grass but somehow didn’t get hurt.
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Sounds very similar to what happened to me. I’m achey though
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There’s so many choice words in this short piece…
back first, skull second, Gaia smacking me
The way the text is laid out to express the movement.
The upside-down photo, which must be right-side up to me in the UK(!)
Was that karma or…!
And this time I know an Australian band by the name of Parkway Drive who have a song, ‘Karma’
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thank you Karuna!
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revised version up now
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I can’t blame anyone but me for certian of my garden misadventures, like taking a rake handle right between the eyes, or reaching to far from and unsteady ladder…
Heal quickly!
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