POETRY

Beyond the Beyond

A poem celebrating the happy solitude beyond the mind

In my chair I travel the Outback; Beyond the beyond, Back of Bourke.

I walk under a Sun Too intense for city dwellers To lug around their grocery bags, Where no roads lead To neon-lined malls.

In this outback of my mind There is nothing I can find To rub my leg upon, To even spit and shine.

My feet are rubbed raw Walking over the bones of loved ones, Killed by expectation’s embrace.

I have no face Beyond the beyond; No words back of Bourke.

Only a Silence And a Nameless Name calls me, Leads me, To where all things grow without a trace.

Yes, I sit in my chair And walk the empty Outback, Beyond the beyond, Back of Bourke.

And quench my thirst Without a sound In the Great Billabong.

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