At Blue Hole
I stood by water's edge
And watched how swallows swam
Through the air -
Wild ducks moving away
In the weeds
To their nests in the hollows
Of blackberries and reeds.
I stood on a rock
By the roots of a willow -
Saw how leaves
Bent their ears to the growunf.
Gum trees shed
Their bark to the wind
And she-oaks dipped their hands
In the shallows.
A chain and rope
Hung down from a tree
Over the water for children to swing from.
Ad I thought of a gallows
To which dead men return
To wait for a crowd.
And still i kept looking
Back to the road -
Away from blue hole
And miles yet to go:
Thinking of the room
Where an alarm clock was set
And tomorrow already there.
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