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Sport 40: 2012

Department of Immigration

Department of Immigration

The second home is always in the shadow of the first.
We are far from music. We listen to the birds.
We are far from chocolate. We fast.
We are far from the sea. We dig lakes in the back paddock.

Father says, Imagine you are in a forest.
You have an axe. You have a knife.
What are you going to do now?

There was once a dance in a vege garden,
a boat as a present, a smooth upshoot of bubbles in a glass.
There was a way of saying that was like giving.
We do not talk this way now.

Mother says, Imagine you are naked.
You have one shadow between you.
What are you going to do now?

We are not committing to this horizon.
The ocean will sedately swallow us.
You can’t expect us to make for that horizon.
We are just weathering a tempest here.

Father says, Imagine you are solid.
A stranger’s hand is on your shoulder.
Imagine you are waiting.
What are you going to do now?