INSKIP POINT COOLOOLA DREAM
4 p.m./ cooloola dream/ 3 smoke black crows
in a row/ clouds shifting shape in trees/
& 4WDs churning up sand on the beach at
inskip/ in the weekend peak hour rush to
fraser island/ fraser island's scribbly
gum & bloodwood forests & melaleuca staining
the clear creeks red & sand mining dreaming/
i fall into dusk/ into campsite tired
sleepiness/ hotter than a campfire &
heavier than a jerry can/ the late august
dust of the milky way strip drops down
& settles on treetops of white cypress
pine/ sliding down their silvery bark &
the late frost touches everything/ soaking
quietly into canvas & cotton/ karbee/ the
still bush whisper low along the ground &
the vibration along sand & corrugated road/
past the jackaroo lantern & the synthetic
sleeping bag/ it breaks through my even
breath of lung rest/ it says: karbee karbee/
humpback whales swing north from the great
sandy island/ breach further out to sea | 
