W i l d C a t h e d r a l

The sun will take its rotation today

From the right side

Of my face

To the left.

The sky,

clear blue

morning.

Lastnight,

an eyelash moon.

Stars thick in their milky way

and when the sun 

set

fiercely,

quietly

the earths scent exploded

invisible,   

untouchable     

filled my head with a chorus of radiance

The heat of the day preparing

every leaf and every old stringy bark to

let go

go let

let go

The Namoi and the MacDonald kiss here.

River doesn’t know its name

flowing,

moving,

the flood pushed its debris high into the trees.

Casuarinas.

Sculpture is natural,

receives.

Granite country.

Boulder country.

Unceded.

Here.