Through fluffy clouds
a Distant coast,
creek lines wander,
Inland as 30,000 feet
of eagle’s view,
out from a seat,
White flat whorls
of desert white,
drain-off clay-pans westwardly,
off to sea.
Linked in quilts
of grey and green
as seasons roll
Sailing through on silver wings,
cotton clouds a solid floor,
a glimpse of green in paddocks sewn,
fallow ground close stock clipped mown.
Closer in as country changes,
low banksia ranges,
water courses to the coast.
Switch back creeks, through towns and gullies,
glimpses of long billabongs,
thinking back on rivers running.
Bankers grew as water poured.
Headwaters out 200k, north and south and westward
Flowed, through land in drought across its space,
flowed through a dusty dreadful waste of weakened livestock bogged and drowned,
sailed down stream at record pace.
Jammed in logs
to feed the crows
and carrion patrolling near,
indulge themselves on stricken steer.
As waters ease,
hot sun bakes down
on flats and rivers,
humid mirage and insects play
in brilliant white,
Mind’s-eye beckons back on course.
Long way back,
way back up north.
Lakes slow whorl in ancient pattern,
trickle slow to water courses,
billabongs shine ‘long its reaches,
marks along the countries features.
Steadily to gleaming sea,
below the clouds on lost horizons.