First Time in the
Country
So this was Australia. There was so much light
I thought the sky had rinsed itself away. There were cockatoos
In the eucalypts, yellow legged and crested. They might
Have known me; they watched with heads on side
As if they would impart a secret. And like a bride
The oleanders flowered white in tumbled tiers.
A Christmas beetle, iridescent green, banged his small hide
Against a window; the blue
Of sapphires clothed the vault of sky.
The red gums blossomed, sweet and redolent
Of an old land, from whence my people came.
The birds looked down. One of them spoke my name.
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