February 11, 2016 Leave a comment
I thought I’d give readers a break from my musical adventures – I was recently reminded of my time up north in the Kimberley
In the Kimberley, 1994
An absolute peace chased the dawn
dimming memories of the night sky’s
show of shooting stars,
and being crapped on by fruit bats
from their Pandanis Palm fortress
chattering in the dark.
The Jetranger’s whining turbines
called time on a swift cold breakfast;
the diamonds were waiting.
Day after day of dry stream samples,
condemned to work in majestic gorges,
to swim in cool lakes.
Crocs made the wet samples more fun.
Silent death waited patiently
somewhere in the high grass,
but death was everywhere out here,
the adder, the sun, the breakdown
in the midst of nowhere.
When the chopper didn’t return
we made camp, waited for rescue,
which came nine hours later;
the welcome sound of rotor-blades
of this tenuous life.
We flew back over savannah,
parched land awaiting the monsoon’s
deluge driven rivers,
a desolate expanse, so harsh,
so unforgiving, so vicious,
The pilot had removed the doors;
I leant out to drink in the view,
a warm breeze on my face.
Skimming treetops in the dusk light
beneath a glowing orange sky
was a perfect moment.