There’s this place in Australia called The Black Stump. It’s not within cooee of anywhere else and it’s not marked on a map, but we all know which side of it we are.
Because when you get out past it, it’s like this.
This is forever country
where I am speck of nothing in the middle of nowhere
with saltbush and lizards to hear me pass
and only crows in an endless, empty sky
to see my life reduced to a scribble of dust
between vanished horizons.
Are you out there, God?