The Crossing

"Please, just drive", I said from the passenger seat of the 4WD,

as I held her heart in my hands,

And half way around the world,

she laced open a wound of the feminine. 

And we drove through the night, 

across the Kimberley,

to the Ocean.

And camped on the red cliffs,

where the dingo died. 

Snapshot

• This experience connects with the dreaming on the land it occurred (how could it not).