Australian image and poem by brian gorrell
I miss thrashing about the bush
clearing tangible paths forward
towards water maybe or just that spot
to smoke my stuff
In a house bugs bug me
outside in their house not at all
walking onwards in nature with them
is a messy itchy business
Turning around is a mistake too often made
never turn around in the bush
unless you are sure
you will find your way home sun down
following the smell of smoke is also tricky
winds change as quickly
leaving you chilled frosty
angry and very much lost without the light
Falling down on the critter covered ground
exhausted and without compass
only strengthened limbs and a dogs bark
will get you safely home
