Libby Paulin lives in a housebus, raises children and loves living rurally near Wanaka. She's been writing poetry for a long time, finally getting serious about it a couple of years ago. She has won the odd poetry prize and had a bit of her poetry published. She's about to get serious about getting published.
OCCUPATION
I live in a Grahame Sydney landscape.
There were others here before me.
Their leavings give notice of their passage:
weatherboard sheds, wire fences, railway stations
and mailboxes (did you send them a letter?).
Evidence, but no bodies.
I’m a squatter, an itinerant, a bag lady:
I don’t pay rent.
I don’t leave tracks
nor make ripples on the water.
The rabbit-eaten land is undisturbed by me.
I’m invisible, next to the mountains and the sky,
and immaculate in my occupation.
