Rainforest Walk

At Witches' Leap Falls, Katoomba
Two ants manoeuvre a moth down
earthen steps — a wildly acrobatic team
leaping round blades, webbed shoots.
I move more slowly in the scale of things,
stop often to breathe or finger globes
of the rice flower, curled downy promise
of fern beside its unfurled symmetry —
cool reassurance between open palms.
Across the gorge, a white zigzag
through silver … Eyes waver, centre on
stillness again: powdery moss,
rock filmed by drops from the falls.
Back in sunlight, I watch cicadas stagger,
their hymn a keening inside the ear.