Drive
By Takoda R
Published 26 September 2022
I don’t want to drive
I want to go slow through the kangaroo grass
I want to feel the sun and reflect its shine in the trees
and the trees will reflect it on to me
I want to be a part of it
I don’t want to hurry
I want to walk in time-worn footsteps in the sand
feel and learn the joy and pain
of an ancient aching country
I don’t want to read about it
I want to lay in archaic places
where oceans used to flow, eucalyptus grows, energy orbs around me
navigating their intertwining paths
I don’t want to feel powerless
to my efforts, the rivers whispers its thanks, but it’s still too late
I have nowhere to be that beacons as strong as the river waves
breaking against the rocks
I don’t want to drive but people want a road
They want to ravage through in oil guzzling destroyers
I just want to flow slow, learning the old trees stories
but the story goes, they cut down the old trees to build a road to drive on