You are the poet’s tree, cantos and books, chapters and stanzas
are hidden in your layers;
Secret histories of Earth and Spirit
wind, drought, visiting fire and deluge.
Lovers inscribe their visions in your leaves,
war declared, birth announcements
and the mysteries of Hanging Rock and the Red Hand.
The oldest legends are buried deepest:
the sky arching, land erupting: tree, blade and fauna;
Water receding and air coalescing from the void;
Brolga, emu, wombat and cockatoo record their genome –
even man, the infant in his chanting, slips amongst