Into the cradle of an eclipse I am born again
With the arms of an adult and
My own legs
I skit from
the underside side of a thunderbolt
That flashed to bless the top of my head
Walkabout
Split me from my dreaming
like quartz from the granite
Worn to rubble
Stone to pebble
Pebble to sand
I shatter to the wind
And in the flicker of an eye
I remember Grandma
showed me how to
Swallow dust
Smelt
A compass in my gut
She said only the bellows of my breath can cool and let it spin
I call out my songline so that the echo
might guide my back to the river spring again
Though once this is then always been
in my breast
The earthen goddess
is cast by the compass
Kneaded by the wind
Just remember that
I asked for this.
I came to scorch myself on the earth
barefoot and wandering
flat footsteps padding
over anthills, tumbledown dunes.
Etched through grooves
left by snakes
and geckos.
Dead riverbeds exposing roads
that lead to muddy lakes.
I walk with hips biased to the horizon.
Pulled by the echo
sonic of the bats beat back
the riddles of ancients rock groves
At dusk in the scorch of red clay
each tread burned more of my old soles away.
Tearful and weary, lost child, baby clay.
I crawl grazed and ashen into the shadow
a great laugh of dark creation
from a giants mouth.
I turn away from doubt
thirsty for the quench of the clouds
as dusk swept the haze away.
The mountain came swift, reared up before me
Asking for ascent
Asking me to glow penumbral
At its crest
And sit myself at the gateway
to the eternal and the divine
Fired in the kiln of the barren angel sky
Until the endless sun
surrendered and finally set.
At last the clouds descended to my mouth and
finally my lips were wet.
Sionnachaí 