This amplitude
Calder Freeway, past
Melton, Victoria
Mesmeric
miles on bitumen the same steely grey
as
the sky. Wispy elongated white-line clouds
flash
by. I take the sky highway, steering towards
cumulus,
cirrus, getting my bearings from a flock
of
galahs happy to lend their gen to a
passing
motorist.
My vehicle cruises into the stratosphere,
wheels
eating air. Landscape shrinks to a painter's
smear
on the horizon. The rump of hills is all that's
needed
for definition, clefts in their flank – texture.
Everything
else is sky – as far and as high as ...
Panoramas
of light-streaked vapour appear,
avenues
of cloud-puff billow. I’ve joined the
commerce
of wind and precipitation, the traffic
of
weather. No buildings or street signs
break
the
day's open invitation. Where have they
been
hiding this amplitude? When everything is
pressing
in, where have they harboured this haven?
- Anne M Carson 2015
Anne M Carson is an awarded and widely published writer who is looking for a publisher for Massaging Himmler: A poetic biography of Dr Felix Kersten.
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