Posts Tagged with Alice Springs
Finding Silence, Remembering

The lesser morning sun
breathless, long strides – I climb
wipe my brow, shade my eyes
the summit
although not particularly high
gifts me with the horizon
in every direction
and an empty silence
I had searched for …
Mornings, pre-dawn
I’d venture out in the dark
desperate for a moment
of complete solitude
to connect with the world
without urban distraction
the maddening sound of cars
starting, driving past
sound amplified by the dark
and weighing heavy on my heart
It’s been there, for so long
it was all so wrong, I did not belong!
and no sleepy hour
was ever truly free
of people in boxes, making busy
driven by needs
alien to me and untroubled
(unlike me)
someone who had known it previously
cageless. ageless. faceless.
wall-less. free-form. possibility!

Annie Meyers Hill

I found a special place
a seam of quartz halfway
I’d love to know how
and when
might Google it one day.
It’s not a long hike
ten minutes, I’d say
but I always stop on the way
to catch my breath
and look back upon
how far I’ve climbed
with the world framed
at this height.
…can I hear the below cafe
above the tree line?
…and is anyone coming up
from behind?
Ahh, the approaching top –
it’s a pretty good spot with
a good view
a place people are drawn to
I pass them with a “G’day, how are you!?”

Alice Springs

This Forgotten Place
Where lost and restless souls
come to paint themselves
Ochre, the red centre
and dance under a silent star
Sun Worship
Draws out the poison
We, the parchment
Reuse, rebuild – and wait
Until air thick, pregnant
a scent on the wind
the rain is coming –
Pours like holy water
Over sin
The earth’s skin
We re-hydrate
Fill out our limbs
and soak the brain
Water becomes
Uncounted, without passing
The change.