Kerri Shying R # 318 - Xanthorrhoea

Xanthorrhoea

all year I  ran along the path

of least resistance  by the slim grey trunks

of sapling eucalypts  to the water

in the creek  I wished I could have told them

what I was thinking  always thinking

while the flowers on the  yacca

held high above the track

point north  and all away

from where this southern girl repines

among the crowns of fluff rings  those

eucalyptus flowers      and wishing

that the buzzing in my ears

was solely bees and not the airplane

of the otherness   

piloted by who-knew-who 

sure to crash land              if you boarded

keep running keep walking

in the bush              let the dirt hold all your fears

but the flowers             pointing north

how long can you stay