The Blue Mountains


Blue Mountains

I flew across the mountain blue today
ten thousand feet above the
land, exhaling morning breath
all sitting mist
in fissures drawn
by some old Dreaming stick
in days when there were only dreams,
when Totem gods played in the sands
and made white cloud-filled canyon-vales
against the blues of bush and hill.

Chris Perley
Flight from Canberra to Sydney
26th March 2010

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