a cluster of sites around the water hole
egret lifts off-warns everyone else that we are here
ochre underfoot-red, yellow and burnt orange
flaked stone too: cores and chips, all baked into the ground
Mengen, cockatoo dreaming, is resting here
tea on the rocks near an engraved panel
smoked tuna slices and crackers, precious water
this is the heart of Wardaman country
this is where songlines meet and the land still sings
