The road is narrow.
It twists and turns.
Here it rises steeply,
now it drops tightly,
gravel lying treacherously
at its corners.
If you were not vigilant
you could come this way
and see only road.
Lift your eyes however,
and here you will see
bush reaching to your left
elbow, the marble
stretch of water to
your right that is
the Sounds.
If you take the time
to notice you will
register that you travel
to a chorus of bellbirds.
If you should care to listen,
that is.
If you are lucky you
will remind yourself in time
that it is not the destination
that is important,
it is the journey you take
on the way to getting there.
It twists and turns.
Here it rises steeply,
now it drops tightly,
gravel lying treacherously
at its corners.
If you were not vigilant
you could come this way
and see only road.
Lift your eyes however,
and here you will see
bush reaching to your left
elbow, the marble
stretch of water to
your right that is
the Sounds.
If you take the time
to notice you will
register that you travel
to a chorus of bellbirds.
If you should care to listen,
that is.
If you are lucky you
will remind yourself in time
that it is not the destination
that is important,
it is the journey you take
on the way to getting there.
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