Did you see that, did you see that?

Stopping the car
in the Roger River wilderness
no response from the children
right in front of us
and dappling up the cutting
one look at me
from behind those mythical stripes
unjoined bars marked for extinction
an inexorable tasman sadness
springing from our murderous waylays
a waft memory of forests
and the land bridge swaying
the cuckoo in the clock
behind the watchmaker’s face
I dangle on the pivot scalpel of eras
not keeping time unwinding
in the wrong State and continental Divide
cut it out Dad, there’s nothing