we were en route to Horseshoe Creek,where white waters
fresh hatched from Mt Warning spilled in to the deep pool
This was why they bought this green peace bush-
to repair when battered by city noise
to heal by waters and among trees
to sip silence as medicinal,and to sleep
relaxed by birdcall and treecreak
Two black cockatoos with yellow fantails close
one lizard leapt into the waters
Three leeches attached to us as we picked wild lemons
A shell snakeskin reminded us who lived here first
Time stopped and sat by waters with us
A bird in the heart and in our eyes
all green,growing,sweet and deep
as the pool that called for each of us to come
Now are we on the M1 once again
having detoured via Kyogle/Mullumbimby
City once again rains concrete poems
We hold green in our arts,and in our memories-
Horse Shoe Creek still runs,wild and white and deep
No comments:
Post a Comment