#1884 - precipitous - at Ellenborough Falls

 

1884

6.57

26.ii.25

precipitous

in the way of falling

at Ellenborough Falls

 

adventure of the sublime

 

 

we are where we are

 

at the gathering place

 

a fan as if cloud for a crown

 

tall, pale, bare

leaf tips touch the blue

 

the red cedar

the Illawarra flame

 

all stolen, inscribed

now scratched in a timber railing

 

it’s with the hollows of a day just this

 

seat leafed

bridge rotting in

old steps carved into clay

 

anthill is my height

moss and ochre, noble cairn

the moss worn back

the hornwort mat

 

and the sky is a sea as well

sun for its joy

on shining

 

mossed roots

damp gathering

creek tangles through

the tall thyme long legged

its company of insect

reveal of scale

 

o mighty, let them stand

and in the way of falling

 

like a wave to the shore

 

what stone over?              

some will live in the tree

think nothing of day’s parts

 

here’s the brushbox rise

and the tallowwood

this is nobody’s floor

nobody’s wall

deck, palette

 

the spring, its gentle

when whoa!

and over we go

 

millions of years!

 

all who are about to die

 

head conch all the way

 

and look

the giants are straight up

night to each when unsun

they will be caught falling too

each in the arms of the all

 

it sounds like an ocean from here

sounds like a far shore arrived

 

this is the place where all fall down

the names that were are gone