Sasha Shtargot

Let whatever comes from below

have its place

honestly and cleanly

cleanly honestly,

like the shrill call

of a blackbird

in the early morning dark

Let it be present

and seen,

its sharp claws

tearing tomorrow.

Let the explosive breath

break it into light

Somewhere a distant

ancient continent

is coming to life

Hold open the sky

and let it pass through.

Sasha Shtargot is a writer from Melbourne whose paid work is in public relations for an environmental not-for-profit organisation. He has been published in The Age newspaper, Wet Ink and Eureka Street. He dreams of the ecocentric age and pens his thoughts on the new paradigm in his blog, Sash Rap (sashrap.blogspot.com.au/)