(Day Two: Roma to Carnarvon Gorge)
a black snake pulls
heat from the bitumen
*
Out here, grass flowers red
and roos line the road
their ribs sprung open.
We drive, smiling
in the sun’s early gravity
cattle grids flooding our heads
with thought’s rhythm.
*
At Baloon Cave
a cluster of ancient
handprints reminds me
of the impression we make.
*
two butterflies circle
each other
in the heat of love
*
Late afternoon breeze brings comfort to us.
I can feel in the dragonflies’ crimson vibrations the coming storm.
A fine chronicle and verb snapshots of you trip…an enjoying this vicarious journey.
Glad you are enjoying it SLP. Still a couple of days worth of poems to go…
good poems Graham, have that air of magic that infuses the likes of Basho and Ryokan etc
Thanks Roger… that is some good company you have mentioned me in there.