Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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known to drive nine hundred kilometres in a day we have
been known to sit all day in the shade of a single tree
we break down in the strangest of places a dirt road five
hours from the nearest town but it’s New Year’s Eve and
we have packed for every eventuality two weeks of food
forty litres of water and a bottle of French champagne we
have run out of spare tyres and settle down to wait for
help from Birdsville
the nights are rattled by storms rain pelting down on the
roof of the red Toyota 5 our feet on the tailgate in the rain
lightning forks the sky the kelpie shivers and curls foetal I
return to the land I grew into Callitris 6 soft-needles the
earth it is in my nose again the smell of freedom
there are days when the road potholes us sends us
dodging boulders turns my shoulder muscles to rock the
day ends with a sky filled to the brim with stars the seven
sisters in flight the planets staring flatly at us the milky
way that great serpentine expanse spiralling through the
multiverse
these are wild days days that come and go that return us
to ourselves once we shared a camp site with a kangaroo
she grazed and looked at us like a spirit kangaroo
mourning her loss