On 25 May 2013, I flew to Adelaide from the Gold Coast.
I associate Adelaide with hopefulness and opportunity. I was looking forward to basking in the pleasures of old friendships once again.
Twin griefs had distracted me for several months: the death of a dear friend and the loss of a longstanding friendship.
On the flight, I had a magical experience. Here is my poem.
window seat 16A
pale clouds streaming
soft eyes embracing grey, brown land
my wide, brown land
late afternoon forests dark like lakes
tiny islands of brown within them
pale edges like beaches
cheek pressed to the window
I measure the land below
it folds itself onto itself
precise as origami
not gentle hill-folds
then it happens:
up floats this massive, folded landscape
and enters my heart
like posting a letter
I raise my hand to touch it
find it already inside