Bungo Banality

Call it greater expressions of banality over wisdom 

& you’ll be nearer the geste, and there are smarter 

ways to descend the cliff above Bungo Creek - but 

hail thee, never met gets right to the gist of it, even 

if the risk jingles; & so we slide and scramble south 

a mere 40 m on a bramble-strewn 60 degree slope 

with lantana & creeper because The Creek’s there, 

can’t see it but yep, it’s only a stone’s throw away - 

Provided these trees oblige to arrest our controlled 

descent; we’ll be alright of course - we imagine so, 

then there’s the realisation tracks are absent for an 

obvious reason; oh well, we’re pioneers who’ll now 

need find a way back; easy isn’t it - north and up to 

where the sunlight beams its welcome warmth 

If ironic it was that we’d ventured nothing - zip was 

daunted, & zip was gained - for sure lessons were 

learned, no rationalising saves it from the pages of 

Tried and Failed; or Sages taking off the mickey on 

insane ideas they profligate - because - unless we 

go do it again, they’ll still say - something’s there 

© 18 August 2015, I. D. Carswell