I took a bus;

24 long hours to Cloncurry,

Escaped the hustle and the hurry

Of the city and my mind.

 

I gazed as darkness chased the light

And full pouched kangas hopped aside

The weary ways of past heated times.

 

It was August when, finally, I arrived -

Nearly Spring had sprung upon the place;

The million midnight stars shone in my eyes

And on my face the midday sun.

 

Sparce sparks of days burnt bright like embers;

Parchment fizzling one by one,

One by one; plots made and lost

But still remembered.

 

Then, once more, some

Parched, perplexing day

I squatted in the dust of dusk

Contemplating constellations,

Soldering my outback mind.

 

And suddenly it all made sense -

 

On the scorched, scarred road

It had all collided

And landed here

In Cloncurry.