I left the land of clogs
Flying low over reclaimed land
Tulip carpet stretched to horizon
My message written by steady hand.
I flew over vineyard and mountain
Across idyllic islands
Over the turbulent waters
On to the Middle East.
I flew across vast desserts
More seas than fish counted
Continents and borders were nothing
To the power of this stamp.
Gunshots rang in the streets below
As I flew ~ untouched by fog and humidity
I traveled on ~ scarcely marked
By that messy humanity.
I flew over volcanos and land faults
Touching the edge of the Ring of Fire
Mesmerised by ocean currents
Deep sea trenches I admired.
I flew to Southern climes
Language and skin of many colours
The smells were getting stranger
As we bumped across cirrostratus.
I landed on New Holland
Smack bang in the middle
Deserts surrounding occasional oasis
Red, brown and green a patchwork riddle.
The weather was impossibly hot
It nearly caused me to come unstuck
Placed gently in the letterbox
I waited for hands to pluck.
I am the stamp.
Reflections on the Connected Learning MOOC (#CLMOOC) postcards project
POSTSCRIPT: Kevin created a song from this poem. You can read his two posts about that here and here. Or you can listen to the song on Soundcloud. Across the waves, we create. Thanks Ron and Kevin.