Wurrungwuri, Royal Botanic Garden Sydney

      I

 

bedrock. we forget: under
this city lies yellowblock,
sweep of sandstone –
 
restless buckle, shards
and monoliths this side
of the sea – bolted into
 
dry movement, tossed heads
and abrupt angles, a people
compressed, filtered histories
 
 
      II
 
        imagine:
 
         cupping pebbles
          in both hands –
    sun-weighted, complete
 
   to bore through the heart
      of each quartz stone:
strung on steel – a giant’s plaything
 
    the emptiness within:
         spiralled hives
for upside-down life by night

 

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