Monday, December 21, 2009

departing (2009)

___red sun___pinks the hills
_-out the passenger window__winery country
____-signposted gourmet tours

columns of vapour_-rising_-over pools
_-& the Swan too_-as we bridge over it

this early_-only airport traffic
___rows of dormant yellow earthmovers
___________bobcats for hire

these lives we will never lead

____-laid out dead before us

Below: NASA satellite image of the Swan River, Western Australia (click on image to enlarge)


  1. That picture goes well with the poem. It looks like a whole hunk of land at the top left is just made out of metal and cement.

  2. Yeah, as with most of the pictures on the blog, the poem came first and I chose a picture to fit. Sometimes it works the other way round though.

    I love satellite pictures, that sense of vastness. I find the elements of order (roads, property borders, etc) are uncanny: somehow comforting and terrifying at the same time.