Under you Australia
is a broad unmade bed hills pleating folding
as if around an entanglement of limbs forests
cushion the yellow light greenly or vanish
into reservoirs of cobalt shadow a valley
ignites along the filament of its creek dams
perhaps a dozen take dazzle-fire like insect wings
You are travelling the earth is travelling
in a slow enchantment from a time toward a time.
On the right is a cool contraption that was once used for crossing a creek between Illawong Hut and Guthega. It's a heritage monument now, and the plaque calls it a flying fox. Presumably you sit on the metal seat and pull it along one chain link at a time - in the photo you can see that the links on the far side of the seat are bunched up while the ones on the near side are extended.