It seems strange to be writing a poem about a summer time phenomenon during the Australian winter, but poetry sparks have no comprehension of time, They just arrive and the writer must be ready to  respond.  The poem I am sharing has taken time to marinate having landed some weeks back, launched on the wings of a cross cultural word that refused to be denied. I have it heard it land in my conscious mind and it would not go away. And so I thought, I read, I listed my findings and then thought some more before the words presented on the page. My poem has since it initial composition,  undergone further refinement and polishing on my computer. My message for young poets is this...  When an idea lands, hold back a little on the  urge to write. Allow your words to gather slowly. Explore your ideas and gather your very best words around you first. Read, research, think, talk, then think some more, before you take up the pen. It is with a strong sense of satisfaction t...