Sport 27: Spring 2001
Jennifer Compton — Long Day's Journey
We're driving to Canberra
for the second time in twenty years.
Who are the two strangers
in the back seat of the car?
Where did they come from?
They weren't there last time.
I look at the road swooping
around the hill and over the bridge.
Our children are two potent presences
pressing us forward. They are so like
people they might almost be people.
Spewed out of our bodies.
As I hold my breath the man
in the driver's seat in so short a time
thrums us around the hill and over the bridge.
And my God, we are there.