The spinifex grasses bristle like wire
on this skeleton land.
The breath of the desert and the bones of the Dreaming
have hardened to rock.
The eons have washed away its identity
like a waterless ocean.
But what remains is eternal.
The grasses root in the red dust
inert chemistry of the desert.
This granite prairie stretches vastness taut
and swallows the sky.
Let he who imagines that beauty is transient
gaze upon this land.
It will outlive him.