trucks that scrape
the road and throw salt
at my car, I imagine
ahead and drive on the other
side under the hot sun.
I no longer need my helicopter to hover over my family; instead I am using it to explore new worlds.
Why does the flock of black birds dance
on that branch of the one tree so close
to the road and speeding cars?
Winter blasts through town, blows
away my footprints and leaves
a smooth layer for new marks.
I have lived overseas since 1995, and am returning to Australia in February to complete an MFA in painting!