Sometimes
Travelling this land
Scarred, plundered, desolated
It is possible to find
Quiet Places
Beyond the noise of civilisation –
traffic, TV, mobile phone, muzak, lawnmowers, leaf blowers, trail bikes …..
Where you can lose yourself
And see Them
Drinking the Sacred Water
Worshipping the stone cliffs
Dancing naked
Under the shelter of the night
The stars and the moon
Their bodies painted
In the ochre of the The Earth.
