Ocean Dreaming
When a whale strands itself on a beach
they say a child has returned home.
The eyes tell the sadness of the deep.
And the mammang and the kila,
warm-blooded mothers suckle their young,
lead them into the chill of the ocean.
Caves comfort the spirit children
who hide and seek the dark walls
and call the waves to play.
They leave their bone and shell
in the brittle seascape, search the
wide blue for a place to land.
Silver gulls cry like the dead.
An invisible line links
the mainland to this island of birds.
Pelicans know, the osprey and sea eagle
guard it from the rocks above the waves.
And the whales and the dolphins
offer fins and tails to the children
so that they may return to the land,
rise out of the foam.
Penguin Island
off Rockingham
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