Birdsville, Werribee

This morning a bird I could not name 
spanned a sun I could not tame 
and on the road the dazzled day 
turned and turned its winding way. 
Through chicanes, past milkbars ran 
the path to work, the time to plan, 
but I was struck by birds in view 
on Kookaburra Avenue. 

And God I'm sure made birds to fly 
both for their sake, and yours and mine. 
In dying days we see these dreams 
and wait for life to burst its seams. 
In ordinary time we catch 
the moment when we see the latch 
of heaven's door creak open, wide. 
Wipe dust from street; come, come inside.