The Direction of the Road (poem)



The Direction of the Road

(for Steph)


we follow the road

not exactly knowing

where it leads us …



to black tunnels rolling into

the strata of the earths crust


to weaving black hawks

tearing up the blue sky


the wind tousling your

marram grass hair


now you are drumming

your bone fingers

on a red formica table

nervous energy

you say

as a thin clear light

dances through the café

we discuss a thing

called love & other



perhaps we are lost


in these deep sea-green



lost like poems


unable to rise

out of sleep


Joanne Fisher


This was first published in Takahe.


This poem first appeared on this blog in February 2018.



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