Roving along the road to the Australian Outback… it is mostly empty yet beautiful in its own very tough way.
There’s so much to see out there:
so much scrub and twisted trees -
so much the same, endless sky
and tar that vanishes where
it meets a haze of lightest blue.
We camp and eat with grey nomads
gathered cold, lit orange with fire
and recollections that still warm:
salt of the earth they are polite
till they are toasted and tipsy
and cackling…
