Don't start at the beginning

I’m tired now

Playing tag with the same cars,

overtaking and falling behind again.

Leaving silvery streaks 
on the road’s wet surface.

Thinking about

John Wolseley.

The Australian landscape,

How little of it I’ve seen,

How long I’ve been here.

I wrote down place names

of lakes I want to go to.

Then, in front of me,

jutting through concrete clouds,

Hanging rock,

There’s the sign.

Miranda!