Wide deserts of my land reflect my brain
Wide deserts of my land reflect my brain:
both team with busy opportunist ants,
reacting blindly to the daily strain
of coping with our world's inhabitants.
Pervading all. Australia's grand design
is enigmatic, timeless passive, rest;
while human genius battles mobs malign
for triumph of the universal best.
This red, expansive wilderness of sand;
this sempiternal order of the skies,
provokes, by contrast, thinking to expand:
enables truth to shine amongst dark lies.
It's here, in deserts, that we truly know
how far we've come: how far we have to go.
both team with busy opportunist ants,
reacting blindly to the daily strain
of coping with our world's inhabitants.
Pervading all. Australia's grand design
is enigmatic, timeless passive, rest;
while human genius battles mobs malign
for triumph of the universal best.
This red, expansive wilderness of sand;
this sempiternal order of the skies,
provokes, by contrast, thinking to expand:
enables truth to shine amongst dark lies.
It's here, in deserts, that we truly know
how far we've come: how far we have to go.
[Sonnet from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]
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