Drought

From the air,

A collage of uniform colour

Pitch black outlines of

Ochre polygons

An ascetic aesthetic.

On the ground,

Clay. Fired, baked, cracked, encrusted

Exhausted, consumed, sterile.

A sinister symmetry

An ominous infinity.

On the horizon,

Bovine skulls, desiccated trees

Signposts

To a certain future

For the serotinous

In hindsight,

A giant jigsaw whose pieces we all made

Whose picture we could not

Collectively imagine

Or reshape.

November 2015