BY ANANDA BARXTON

Traveling North
is to travel through time.
In July,
when winter cold gnaws the city,
going North
is going forward,
into the spring.
Warm days,
blue sea,
flowers verging the road.

But to go North
is also to go backwards.
into primal lands,
basking in the great Australian silence,
where people still live
in the Dreaming.
To towns
where the 1930s linger,
to lost principalities,
and remote fastnesses
in leaguered hills.The Australiand, 1st June 2020.