January 28, 2015 · 1:05 am
Ancient rock and ibises make me ground and soar.
Getting pulled through the Blackwood forest by lyrebirds that call.
Diving into rock pools laced with Neptune’s Necklace and glimpsing the pink octopus that dwells within.
Colours of this place open the doors to my memories of being here.
The land cradles us in her folds and pockets.