Walking in
connected silence, in
conversation with country.
Words as feelings,
passing through the soles of my feet.
Tone changes as we leave
pandanas forest and rise over dunes.
Serge of excited babble as we
descend,
onto a stretch of white sandy beach.
Blue, blue, blue
screaming at me…
Hurry up! Dive!
But when we get to the freshwater paperbark,
you tell me
sleep.
Conversation finds its way into
a dream-space
Black and blue dancers
float under the canopy.
Rising.
Falling.
Never touching the ground.
Being with Country 