Paradiso Rapture of the Karri Forest
Depth is height in tender soils, to fight against the planters and vintners, cow grazers and hobbyists. Some take their dogs into the national park, eye off Gibraltar Rock and the Devil’s Slide, karris tall enough to prop up the sky, hold granite walls, support a tunnel of air cleaner than logic. Still, in stippled light you’ll burn to the core, contest a hierarchy of monumental trunks out of the ferns, trauma of long- billed black cockatoos caught in myth and lament, perched too high, flycatchers working just above ground level. The walkers are all saved, temporally. That’s largesse in thickets, positive reinforcement in enclaves. Deliverance.
Retention of moss.