Flight by Zora Cross

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Boxes of houses littering the land 
And toys of cars dwindling to insect size
Change into coloured ribbons as we rise 
As at the touch of a magician's hand.
Match sticks of trees dissolve at Height's command.  
Fleece cobwebs of clouds clear to glass-like skies, 
The sea becomes Greuse-painted silk that lies   
As motionless as corrugated sand.
Now earth is flat patterned with maps of farms 
Ethereal, crossed threads of roads and snakes  
Of rivers coiled bronze-black round dreamsoft clay. 
The trance-calm silence the thrilled spirit charms  
As nothing stirs save where some great wave breaks    
And like white paper lightly blows away.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 12 January 1952;
and again in the same newspaper on 7 February 1953.

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