Amongst neck craning eye squinting giants
foot steps crunch deep years of leaves and bark.
Steep banks tell tales of joy and woe,
silent red brown water slides past
topped by pelicans gliding
surveying the stranger.
Great red giants with girths of many steps
speak scars of other times
of canoe and coolaman, bowl and shield
of axe and saw, and wire barbed.
The silence brakes with fish splash
and fills with birdsong
Wind stirs leaves whispering a rustling chorus.
Sprouting twig dried leaves, dropped limbs
too hard to hold against raging storms
echo in their shape the sound of impact,
great red tears scream down mighty bodies.
Dappled shadows form cooling colonnades
the shadows revealing hidden worlds
each breath a magic vision
Homes for those past and not yet here.
The stranger sits in, on and with the giants
Is held, nurtured, soothed.
Expansive river water slides on
A silent enduring presence.