by Marilyn Humbert
as day dons her weeping veil
kangaroos encircle
the dwindling waterhole,
grey-ghost cattle
emerge
from a gathering
of bloodwoods
to assemble at the edge.
puffs of dust rise and fall
the beat of my feet
until I’m knee-deep in mud
between rattling reeds.
looking west, we wait …
until a buttery disc floats
above and below.
The moon
crinkles as we drink.
- Jardine Lagoon
at Jardine Station,
Einasleigh QLD