Mungerannie

Julie Maclean

 

Sand flats and salt bush

mean nothing to us

 

yet in this sparseness

I marvel at the repetition

 

the clinging on

and the way I manufacture

 

kindness in needle bushes

parasols against the sun

 

Some days I could get used to

leaving tracks like wild dogs

 

an emu and his

chicks, a stumpy or a snake

 

Once I sailed Cooper Creek

on a flatbed ferry

 

this time I blow the top layer

off the gibber plain

 

in a truck         But we have arrived!

invading homes of spitfire birds

 

the intrigue of a lizard slide

At dusk jibber-jabber

 

up and down a tonal ladder

Always the urgency of a parrot

 

Gnats have started their

corroboree in a column of sunshine

 

before switching down

while a black snake effortlessly

 

lifts himself from the neck

of the gas bottle like a symbol

 

Julie Maclean’s third collection Kiss of the Viking (Poetry Salzburg) was published in 2014. Shortlisted for The Crashaw Prize (Salt), her work appears in international journals like Poetry (Chicago), Mslexia and The Best Australian Poetry (UQP). Blogging at juliemacleanwriter.com

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