FLIGHT
Being from the city
All my life,
It feels like
Flight from
Urban strife
At steady clip
Beyond the forest wall
Tall pine
And eucalypt,
Passing south
As the sun fades
Through countryside,
Wide-eyed
At stands of oak
Ghost-gums clustered
Mustering sheep
Sleep beneath
Their dying shade.
Struck by the
Weight of
Stillness
And the
Silence
Of the night
Outside,
Here I am
Wheeling through
The dead sun light,
Feeling all the
Bite
Of country air
Bare and clean,
Under the diamond eyes
Of clear night sky
I’m
Fleeing over
Flat and ridges
Across the smooth
Bellies of bridges
As Autumn rivers
Race and shiver
Their way
Downward
Homeward soon,
As cattle brace
Against the moon.
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