#1952 - all the broken things wash up - Dinnah Durri Durri

 

1952

6.126

6.v.25

all the broken things wash up

without reception

Dinnah Durri Durri

on Worimi Country

(fiftieth anniversary)

 

 

time has made them lighter

even the sea weighs less

sometimes flies

 

a crabrush ashore

weed wash, cloud under

 

dry algae fine as feather lost

lilac in the sun, pink lit

 

here again, what’s passed?

 

things wash up

we’ve no remains  

but the sky

the same night

 

I remember dreaming the internet then

things along those lines

 

it’s up to me – the ocean imbibed

 

every shattered shell a home once

eggs of sharks still shine, still glow

as teeth will too

 

a place on foot

 

here’s the great ex-beer in its can of remembrance

the former tree, branch, leaf bereft

 

crusted plank, plastic bauble

cuttle fish capers to sharpen the beak

 

seastrung islands wear

 

Broughton – lapping up till splash

now gullsweep

 

still life with ocean

 

high sun said next falls

though the tree is far

 

the airforce here as soon as gone

 

it’s the place of the wish where we are  

 

in the silence of the mind

the shore is gathering time

 

it’s my beachly trudge

it’s my dawdle on

 

here are the beautiful dunes of time

like a window open where

 

keeps coming for me

it’s with the roar of wash I walk

a godbeam and sunpatch shows

 

actually all of this beats religion

I love it that no one’s in charge

 

it’s right now in Jerusalem

here’s my Mecca – how’s yours?