Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia
I stop. Is it my eyes? Two white mussel shells among the black volcanic rocks. But I'm hundreds of miles inland and halfway up a wooded hill. Stringybark and scribbly gum. Somewhere out west with the Limestone Tanka Poets.
in half light
through a glass darkly
of invisible feet—
Freshwater mussels perhaps? There is a creek down below. And maybe two hundred years old? The first whitefellas came through here around 1820, and the nearby homestead dates from 1895. In three generations an ancient culture was wiped out, the valley cleared for sheep, and the remaining people incarcerated in a "mission."
sightless and shaking
with orgasmic fear
the dancer bows his head