Published in Overland Issue 243 Winter 2021 · Poetry Among the quietening air Allis Hamilton We slow down enough to grow a patch of moss on our legs where the shade lives longest. Do not look away. We are growing through the most alarming of days. And all I can often think about is the cake you baked that night on the fire we lit from sticks stolen from the dead tree. As the sun comes drooling over everything, we sing. The moon, a pink scoop of icecream in the golden sky. Read the rest of Overland 243 If you enjoyed this piece, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Allis Hamilton Allis Hamilton is an artist, musician, and teller of folk tales. She collects memories and discarded nests. She is a joint convener of ‘PoetiCas’, Castlemaine’s Poetry Readings. Her poems are published in Australia, England and Ireland. More by Allis Hamilton › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 8 March 20248 March 2024 · Poetry POETRY Gareth Morgan as if a poem were a person, me, i get up in the morning / i buy coffee in a can, and wait / you have to keep calm, “don't get upset” / or it fucks everything up. the bosses who tell me this / are wise but stupid troopers. this is a political poem 16 February 202419 February 2024 · Poetry Two poems from 36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem Nam Le But think about the children, super cute children, mute children, with uncommonly big eyes, children with hard eyes, eyes that have seen what no child’s eyes should see, children naked as the day wearing big smiles and no smiles, preternaturally wise, with mooned-out tummies and cleft palates and cataracts, deformities and birth defects ...