It’s important,
when driving,
to focus on the road –
The winding stretch between
Ilparpa and town
has been a daily ritual –
a solace,
moments in time,
space for reflection.
This ritual forces my mind inward –
unravelling layers of dreams,
layers of reality,
layers of visual obstacles.
The visuals flash
past the windscreen in sequence,
jolting images,
without beginning or end.
And I’m wondering
what it’s like to exist in this semi-permanence
on an ever-going basis,
whether this fractured existence,
filled with thought bubbles and moving images,
really is the way to experience life.
But for this morning
the mist rises,
exposing an orange-pink hue,
unnaturally bright,
crimson cloud-lid reflections,
soothing a untangling mind.
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