#141 Kevin Brophy 'Yes, let's go'

#141 ‘Yes, let’s go’

Yes, we could go out there, along that line,

in a line of cars, and it would be like crossing

a map beside a blue lake, birds to our right,

late sun in our sights, and sand in our hearts.

Water in the back, petrol, and energy snacks,

spare tyres, ropes, that sort of thing. Hawks

above waiting in circles for today’s sacrifice.

The mice at home skirting traps, blue poison

tablets, locked doors in favour of the secret

cracks in walls and floors that let the desert

creatures in. We could do it, pack, lock up,

go for two, three days up there, then across

here, to there on that faint red line that must

mean it’s at least a track or a gentle dried up

bed where someone’s creek once moved slow

beside the worried trees and thinking rocks.