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