Video: Another short video of the top end of Margaret River where it crosses a road.
Stillness In Movement
Somnambulant gyrovagues aimless
across the strictures of the brave new world
ever longing for surprise
secretly desiring to be planted
with corner stores and Lucille Balls,
still parched and thirsting for the real,
will sitting make it so?
Is local a virtue that leads to
salvation by mortar?
The normatives of routine beg questions,
the toilet brush and carving knife speak
of uncertainties of future days
as genealogies turn to ash
while news bulletins are chalk to taste,
and all that long road of passion
is that now spent?
Did we climb that ideal hill satisfied at last?
In the rhythms of these labyrinthine days
there is a stillness in movement
a contemplative balance
as my steps rotate the earth.
©Paul Vincent Cannon