Landscape

Where 

nothing is something

and

nowhere is somewhere

a place alive in its stillness

a faint idea of the land

its ranges, its dry creek beds,

perhaps a dream, stories foretold,

deep down culture 

populated by magical animals, demigods,

clouded by the grey smoke, a guttural song,

the echoes of the voices following

the tracks of a goanna, 

the tracks of people.

A desert rose smiles with its purple flowers  

a respite in a choppy sea of spinifex

a breath of clear air, feel alive.

September 2025