Eucalypt trees and a red dirt track
blue mountains in the distance;
Ghost gums in the searing heat,
sign-post to an abandoned shack;
splintered wood and a crushed tin mug
a lonely life’s last artefact .
A shingle-back skink with leisurely gait
moves with primeval ease
from beneath the orange leaves of a bush
flowering between the trees.
Under the hallucinatory sun,
with this reptile’s accepting grace,
a long-lost world appears …
an ancient time; an ancient place;
an illusory untouched kingdom.