Eastern brown snake

Always here
and seldom seen.
 
The long tail of you
           curves along
                      Ewingsdale Road
                                 as I wait in traffic
                                            to take
                                 my son to school.
                      Staff from the hotel,
           nurses from the hospital,
sitting in their cars,
           handbags, breakfast
                      bananas, sunglasses.
 
 
A slow moving
           procession
                      along the hot, black
                                            tarmac,
                                 radiating
                      the heat you seek. 

I would like to acknowledge the Arakwal people of the Bundjalung Nation who are the traditional custodians of the land where the Byron Writers Festival is held.