The long haul north
The highway like a dreamtime serpent
Twisting forlornly through valleys
Of gum and wattle, towns and fields
I am an island moving
In the relentless torrent north
Towards faithless destiny
Not remembered or forgiven
Just complete the task assigned and say goodnight
I’m just a chauffeur on the fly
.
I recently drove 2200kms giving a lift to my aging parents to and from their holiday destination up north (there and back twice: all up 4400kms over 4 days).
I didn’t mind the distance. What I did mind was not seeing a family member I was once close to, who I haven’t seen for about four years, and who hasn’t talked to me since a falling out.
I’m not angry. I’m very disappointed. And sad. Maybe one day we’ll reconnect again. I hope so.
Steve
