#242 - great divide

 

 

31.viii.20

242

great divide

to Gulgong

 

a lovely young cloud

chased over the ranges

 

no one could have painted this here

and we, as if afoot, to pursue

 

the matter of the day all chatter

 

in the grass come yellow

fielded for far

 

locks wispy

fluff, forgetting

this over our heads

 

frilly diaphanous allure

 

sun somewhere too

otherwise no show

 

snug nap afloat

tucked inwardly

while we went on

 

would be so dizzy up with

was that even a question?

 

silver fleece gold shone

afternoon touring   

 

in another age -- the vapours

 

these are merely impressions of season

 

had all this been climbing

now trickle down

 

can’t hear the music to carry us over

 

cannot say we were following

 all attention’s lost

 

and earthly

out of the blue

as much

 

so gossamer and gone