The Desert Poem by Jill Jones

The Desert

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These settings of slow landscape change are characterised by the survival of forms inherited from the past.
J.A. Mabutt in Australia: A Geography (D.N. Jeans, ed.)

She's learning about the desert
where things are not as flat as they seem.
She needs the plain, the wind, scrub,
no longer believes mirages
on straight, never-ending roads,
wants nothing to do with rain,
not even a sudden flash flood.
But climbing dunes reworked by wind
she finds traces of running water,
fresh scouring of ground, rilled surfaces,
ephemeral stream channels.

She wants to learn to live
without comfort or knowledge
of the future, each day its own,
stretched out like any other.
There's only a long horizon,
she wants that secret to stay there.

She's like plants at ground level
surviving as seeds through dry periods —
tough outside while inside
she'll grow the grassland of dreams,
a wild place of her own,
until rain memory tracks her waking.
She stumbles out by the highway,
into a new mirage, oasis —
that road where past and future meet
only at the horizon
and there's all that walking in between.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Benjamin Chiu Uy 22 October 2019

Magnificient poem by Jill Jones The road where past and the future meets, only at the horizons and there’s all that walking in between

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Smoky Hoss 29 September 2018

eternally everywhere, only bidding us enter into, along with, walking, seeking, discovering...

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Smoky Hoss 29 September 2018

The lesson of the desert timeless, out there, in here,

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