Body / Boab
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A gumnut plucked from a fertile tree
carried across red earth
- dustless in the stillness -
to my womb, my arms, my breast.
You who is within
/ sensing sunlight
from this same shared body.
Through my skin sunned and swollen with you,
strong as your Noongar namesake,
the size of an avocado – or then again,
a boab –
listening to the kookaburras
and of course, already knowing
their language.
I will cradle you in the rapids
– forehead ochred –
in the water of the earth
that conceived you.
I will guide you through the smoke
of new green leaves
as the desert-quandong crimson of your blood
pools from your placenta
which we bury
so Country
knows you have arrived.
And when you do arrive
I will show you the
yarta
tirntu
yarlu
purli
earth
sun
ocean
stars
And by that, I mean
I will show you
that you are home.