Did you ever
cross the Nullarbor at night?
“Tell me….
DIDJA?
DIDJA?”
The stars all a-sparkle,
bright as a queen’s tiara,
bejewelled, bedazzling,
all ablaze with dazzling fire.
“Tell me….
DIDJA?
DIDJA?”
Your heart couldn’t help itself,
thundering in your ears
As though the spirits of a million years
bent down to greet you
Do you see them?
Do you hear them?
MOST of all,
did you FEEL them?
“Tell me….
DIDJA?
DIDJA?’
“Watched OUR spirits break free,
Didn’t we, dear one?
Freed from their cage,
free from other’s zoo….weren’t we love?
Weren’t we?”
“And way back when
our world together had barely begun spinning;
yes, way back then….
our first break-free
from mediocrity
happened.
You have to agree, the first and best, hey darling,
Of ALL the rest….
NEVER wanted it any other way,
“Tell me….
DIDJA?
DIDJA?”
© Christine Larsen 2022
Bio.
Christine is a writer, farmer, wife, mother, grandmother, and rescuer extraordinaire of a number of animal species including three children. Currently, Christine is battling cancer and a recent possible stroke, diminishing some more of her abilities… but never making her indomitable spirit falter. She anticipates a riotous reunion of flash-dance proportions at the Rainbow Bridge some time well into the future.