Bunnings, Wagga Wagga. Image courtesy of Lachlan Brown
just cruising with Riverina blue. And then there’s Hope’s car,
resting on its mags, all four side doors flung open, receiving day
like sheer gift, drinking in the grace of courtesy trailers with their
generously jangling chains. Hope’s boot is raised in wide-mouthed won-
-der. The speaker box fills all space like a stone the builders have rejected.
Tradies flow past in streams of sanctioned productivity, moving toward
the glories of renovations or a new build. But then the sound begins,
as though broadcast from another universe. A pedalling cello un-
consciously levels the day into existence; the voice opens up sky
with its perfect fifths. Birds sense a shift, flying by in experimental paths.
What world calls out to the maker and the made? What asym-
metries of voice and string take us back into ourselves? Performed
rubato, the intervals cast back and return. The roundabouts
throw vehicles into artificial lanes. But everything still draws us
skywards following the light, the breath, the tensioned string that
rises, the car speaker vibrating and turning desires into prayers.
Lachlan Brown grew up in Macquarie Fields in Western Sydney. His first book of poetry, Limited Cities (Giramondo 2012), was highly commended for the Dame Mary Gilmore Award. Lachlan's poems have appeared in journals including Cordite, Mascara, and Tincture. He teaches and researches at Charles Sturt University, Wagga Wagga.
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