How am I going to get that class to work?
In the rear-view mirror, cars pulling out
to overtake, going where?
Through the gaps in a line of radiata pines
a blur of paddocks receding to the south.
The rural sense of space, loaded
with illusions that might be memories.
What the country offers is a deal in silences
and what feels like centre –
our 67 Falcon coughing on gas
the road surging into pine shadow,
voices of students splintering
and eddying around me.