is this about the anthropocene emergency?

and who we are?

 

 

 

 

 
or is it just
a bunch of
random
stuff?

( murmuring unbidden in my head when least expected )

it’s quiet in the bush now
  
damp hints from the ground
  
the eucalypt scent bites
  

and clear birds holler
  
I say hello

to my reflection in the pool
  
but can these words

invent me?

reflection of waving man in a circular pool with bush reflections

renaissance woman wearing pearls coloured with red tinge with a wooden door superimposed and the words: never got to the lab