Getaway

We got away

from the constant of our city

from the cycle of trams and trains

and coffee that courses through each artery

to a moment

that stands still

where horses swirl

and kukubarras sing and weigh down

those glistening branches

like rich oil annointing my crown

to catch a glimpse of

this soul of mine

intermingling in the wonder

of beach and beaming mountains

the southern point of this mainland down under.

All that rings around me

are the magpies and rosellas soaring over sea

begging me to follow them to the scent of lemon trees

the nectar of this dirt

where my feet play

and find their skin

in the soft sand that squeaks

where pebbles dig in.

This is not my land

but I tell myself it is.

That some unremembered ancestor

looks upon me with a grin

breathing to me through time and space

that I have arrived

in this wonder’s embrace.