ODE TO THE NULLARBOR NYMPH
I
Beneath 
    layers
    of meaning
    uncovering moments
    of primordial existence?
    Perhaps not.
    Only the speculation of being.
    Archetypal energy
    which rises from our depths
    animating and creating life.
Beer drinking 
    kangaroo shooters become
    the outlet for our collective unconscious.
    The anima projection of Wild Woman
    with no voice.
    Only the power
    to capture the heart and soul?
    of Everyman
    and Woman?
II
A companion 
    seeking other meanings
    also treads her delicate track.
    Toes digging into the red earth
    - after the Desert Rat.
Building 
    other levels -
    Other readings.
    She leads him on -
    t-a-u-n-ting him with the promise of everything.
    Only to accompany him finally
    back to his own projections.
A mythic 
    being who entwines herself in the mind
    creating pathways of further manifestation.
    Tony's work -
    A carefully rendered dress
    discarded and seemingly authentic
    with a newspaper cutting in the pocket.
    A beam of light through rusty bullet holes
    of an old vehicle
    saved from deterioration in the landscape,
    pierces the sound of few people
    exploring the possibilities of reality.
III
Media 
    exploration.
    Like that which 
    goes on in outer space.
    With large craters and a huge eye
    searching relentlessly for prey.
Object 
    of desire
    Remain hidden in the comfort of thy land
    For there-in lies warmth.
IV
She belongs 
    to all people
    and yet is known by few.
One wonders 
    about duty.
    One's instinct to share.
    Or does she come only to those 
    who are searching
    for the true trickster spirit?
V
The nothingness 
    of time.
    The hard, feeling sense of sensuality.
    The ethereal presence of the landscape
    all conglomerate into Otherness.
VI
She beckons
    to the maddening call of city life.
    A bus load of fleshy people, 
    clad in sweaty, bussy clothes
    leave an offering.
    Some lollies and a white bread sandwich.
    They believe
    that there is really someone there.
    Living in the dark bush.
    They are frightened for her.
VII
Oh! Blessed 
    people of the earth.
    Take yourselves up and hold on tight to what you knew then
    For She is out there,
    Central and running free.
    And She has lived forever.
    
Semi-clad, 
    
    half obscured by shadows
    deeply intuitive
    Sexual.
    Survivor of a symbolic hunt.
    Silent and speeding.
    
    Totemic clan of the kangaroo.
    Movement, blurred and merging
    into an integrated whole.
VIII
Possessed 
    by the possibility of renewed life.
    Heart beating
    Adrenalin rushing
    Agitated thinking
    Restless being.
    Thanks to the wildish spirit
    which will always be there now.
    With a name and a place.
    
    Rippled sands of either
    the emptiness
    that sustains no life
    Or the deeper, pre-conscious
    levels of sustenance -
    Nourishing and unpredictable.
    
    Embryonic entity.
    Living beneath knowledge.
    Breathing the air of culture.
    Shifting slowly.