Moll
in the heat of day shimmers, reflects.
I
see you in the shallow cave waiting for me to go,
your
face swims in the deep green water with the quick archer fish.
arrows
point the way from your place to mine,
from
my world to yours -
tell
me and let me hear,
show
me and let me see.
then
listen, look, and perhaps we both shall know
1999
Moll
Gorge is a beautiful spot on Mt House Station in the Kimberley, my
camp hung over the waterhole, facing the red cliff on the opposite
side. Birds and butterflies were everywhere and Archer fish swam in
the shallows, aiming spurts of water at flying insects. Just now and
then some wire or a fencepost are reminders of efforts made to
tame this land.