From afar
Proximity reveals
Scars
Pockmarks
Weathering
Textures of
Distress
Hardship
Healing
Scars
Pockmarks
Weathering
Textures of
Distress
Hardship
Healing
Brothers and sisters
Of the world
We bring its people together
I mind
Not a bit
Becoming one
With it all
Just me
And the land
And the dance
Of the road
Until I went exploring
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
And as it lies there
Like a cat on blanket
Napping in the afternoon sun
Coming through the window
Mother Nature soothes
Its hard, rigid body
With a massage of
Wind, rain and
Savage heat
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence