Green foliage hurts my eyes
I watch the sunslip under Timor Sea
marking another cycle of time.
Sound and smell of waves
peace echoes within
reminds me of crashing waves
childhood memories
on Southern Ocean.
I return to the Centre.
I love the feeling of distance
nothing-ness, desert, space -
whatever you want to call it
that is just beyond the edge of town
rather than oppressing, it opens out
blooming like a huge desert rose
planted on earth's stage
a negative impression of
the ocean floor that surrounds
this continent.
Flying South
relieves the humidity pressure
I step out onto the tarmac
warm, dry air taken in the lungs
minds-eye etched with desert images
captured from cruising altitude
vast landscape in colours I can't describe
yet it breaks language barriers,
this land is on loan
as my home
for now.
:Written after a flight from Darwin to Alice Springs, 2,000 km apart and a world apart in landscape. From tropical to arid land, from sea to desert seas it's like a short cut into the diversity of this country:
Sound and smell of waves
peace echoes within
reminds me of crashing waves
childhood memories
on Southern Ocean.
I return to the Centre.
I love the feeling of distance
nothing-ness, desert, space -
whatever you want to call it
that is just beyond the edge of town
rather than oppressing, it opens out
blooming like a huge desert rose
planted on earth's stage
a negative impression of
the ocean floor that surrounds
this continent.
Flying South
relieves the humidity pressure
I step out onto the tarmac
warm, dry air taken in the lungs
minds-eye etched with desert images
captured from cruising altitude
vast landscape in colours I can't describe
yet it breaks language barriers,
this land is on loan
as my home
for now.
:Written after a flight from Darwin to Alice Springs, 2,000 km apart and a world apart in landscape. From tropical to arid land, from sea to desert seas it's like a short cut into the diversity of this country:
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