My journey round Herdsman
began by changing direction. A

statuesque black swan
displayed in its muddy riverbed.

Business types operating drones
in fenced fields, I saw the freeway
which I was pushed-out into,

re-entering to find the freeway
once more.
Another entry point up ahead,

welcoming me back with its
tunnel of shade, then coaxed back
into the open.

Buildings surfacing behind trees—
industrial nests.

I saw what brightness the sky
had to offer.