Everything is Sky (part 2)

(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.