James Charlton Poems
|3.||Koonya, Cape Barren Island, 1828||5/23/2012|
|4.||On A Day Of Still Heat||5/23/2012|
|5.||Yellow-Tailed Black Cockatoos||5/23/2012|
|6.||To Governor George Arthur In Heaven||5/23/2012|
I have known Earth’s texture
like another skin.
All my life I have seen
the unseen entities. Each one
reflects a light beyond colour,
a light which paints
all colour into being.
When I was young, a white man
came to my shelter.
He’d heard the night-chorus,
but complained he couldn’t sleep,
having failed to hear the song behind the noise.
And when the new-created light
quivered through the slattings,
and shoals of eucalypt leaves
waved their shadows over us,
he wanted blinds, curtains.
I think he only saw Earth’s foreground -