Roll on wetlands;
roll on Burke
and roll on Wills
—needles in shapes of sites and statues
and info centres
pumping you with life-blood still;
roll on sunsets over oceans
—my first since Adelaide.
I planned on heading south
but the road is largely westward.
The Mormons knew it. The cowboys knew it.
McCandless knew it.
He died, but don’t we all?
In many ways
we live forever.
Throw a dart to the right of Katherine,
the left of Cooktown,
There’s Karumba and sunset over ocean
and miles from Ravenshoe and minutes to spare
between the setting up of camp and the jog to the point.
Until tomorrow, Helios,
sinking beneath the sea at Henley Beach
and the Gulf
of Carpentaria all at once.
Opposite ends of Oz
and opposite ends of my life
together for a few