Two Poems About Lakes

Just come back from a road trip from Can­berra to Mildura and back, my head is full of thoughts, water, dust, desert flowers, roads, places; more things here later.

These are two poems about lakes.


Lake Mul­wala
Some­times the world is too
big; on the stillest
bright­est day
the sky shifts,
slips off
old bear­ings
and with a mur­mur
(too loud for us to
even ima­gine)
falls to the earth:
there we find it
without mean­ing to;
propped up
(like by a clumsy child
play­ing with his brother’s Lego)
attached to dead trunks,
the Vel­cro scrub of moun­tains
flop­ping like skin in lake water
where the fish come to nibble at it
till it is light enough
to rise once more
air­wards,
pulling the paper parade
flags of its birds
back into
flight.

 

 

Lake Kangaroo
Hav­ing con­fused
Geo­metry and geo­graphy
In high school (an easy error)
I set off west
On a day like the Euc­lidean plane,
Leav­ing the com­plex for­mu­las
of Can­berra round­abouts
I came here
To under­stand width.
Here
Where tra­cing my own circle
With sun­scrunched eyes
I see noth­ing but hori­zon,
Where water and land and sky are
One, where the rules of
Math­em­at­ics break down,
Where joy and loneli­ness and silence
Are all expressed ∞.

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