A vortex of dry twigs spirals.
The three Koori women
turn their backs,
squeeze their eyes tight
and let the willy willy
lash the air around them.
It dances like a dervish
up the dusty track,
dissolving in a puff
as if it had never been.
The Koori women laugh,
loud and darkly:
'Well, there's your message.'
The Territory is the vortex
of a new storm -
a willy willy of well-intentioned words
from well intentioned officials
seeking quick fix solutions
to decades
of poverty and neglect.
Sadly the Koori women know
that the dust will soon settle
on this willy willy of new promises
dissolving it in a puff
as if it had never been.
They've seen it all before.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/political-storm/
