For didgeridoo
Tanya Wittwer © 1983
A boy was born
under a slender sapling
beside a billabong where green weeds tangle
The sky was waiting
And then
the comet!
The still white fire
racing with fierce trailing.
Yet so slowly arching from the soft grey skyline
a force so strong
because
the boy!
And then they came
Turongs in secret hiding
within the branches so shyly peeping
to see this child
the one
long waited.
From the depths,
bubbling out his laughter,
the Pot-koorook for he knows all reasons.
And the warm earth
glowed
her welcome.