Jeffree Skewes # Walkabout

It was always this

the journey never ended
or seemed to start

it's just what we do
here on earth

perhaps the day's changing light
first recognition
ancient talk

poetry
unbroken

move around
through and in
our fingers
the handfuls of earth

mesmerising everlasting
songs and laughter
a play
each day

stories make up
recollecting time
some real
or told this way

ever
since the way-way back

to here now we belong

to her our mother
everyone's walked

each step
for learning
plants animals creatures
water churning rocks skies
rivers in evolution
these words
all over and over

then one day at last
remembering
was born

the old people told
the younger

all about
talking
and
walking
and
about





image: Overland, acrylic paint on canvas on board / 60x60 cm  1989