New World
Rain monsters pissing on corrugated tin roofs
belching out from the ground, lift your eyes
off the clutter of houses, the gleam of puddles
on the dust-dirt road towards the copse of trees.
You go back in time.
Ferns that are in abundance among the wildwood
uncut where giant birds swoosh a dark flight
with widening circles, disappearing into the clouds
to join tremendous storms that reign from outer space.
You are now here.
Metal dressed people at the beach, shiny beams
strung across the shore, ship wrecked they flounder,
wind-swept, vapour-leashed, into a new land waiting
for their fate to unfold and that of their unborn children .
You will be there.
Rock leaves your boots stumble on harsh tracks
winding down to a new world from the known
to the unknown. You almost miss the three moons,
a glow of blue, a faint vermillion, a dark copper,
And you go on..
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