#164 Kevin Brophy 'Journey to Kirta'

#164 ‘Journey to Kirta’

Geese float up as we pass.

The lake’s green depth remains.

Eagles hunt in pairs on the plains

above crackling grass.

Birds, massed, swirl like schools

of fish on the far horizon.

Scrub bulls mad on melons

lie somewhere near us.

Here the salt cakes on our lips

as we breath the lake’s air.

We step on brittle salt wattle sticks.

This land could be waiting here forever