There’s nothing here
That wasn’t here
A thousand years ago …
Except a seed
That was a tree
Though time has seen
It come and go
And flowers there
On which our eyes
Can feast for just awhile.
But we could walk for time at length
And still have covered
Nothing more
Than just a mile
In this great land,
Where another race
Of people stand,
And still marvel at it all.

First published in “Barking Dogs”, from
The Writers For Radio Project, Alice Springs 1995