we had a yarn
where dreaming reflects
River, Rock, and Reeds.
a Spirit yarn
where Sun shines
behind closed eyes,
and we are most awake.
Platypus was there
in my camp, on my chest...
heart beating on heart.
her Grandmother rhythms
danced like young girls:
from the belly
with a stinging stomp!
Platypus was the Me
who is also Them -
all my Ancestors
bundled together into
odd, strange, perfectly
imperfect Sara.
Nan Platypus warned me
you'd be here,
so you were. but not
how I remember...
disarmed, your Spear
cracked loudly over
my knee, the pieces
fell to Country where
they belong.
drunk slurry of words spilt
From your bone-dry lips,
collision cracks where
Weeds grow like excuses
To choke the tongue
That told me trauma.
but you are so small here
where we are measured
by Spirit and heart.
how could I ever
have feared you?
little man with
hands too small to hold
the great Women
whose quiet power
you greedily snatch.
this time, silence is
strength. I gaze into
your madness - no longer
seeing my face in
your dirty Water.
my Rivers teem
with Platypuses.
my Skies swarm
with Bats.
I know my Lore, and
I know the Law.
we had a yarn...
your Spirit and mine.
I saw who you are
for the first time.
I felt sorry for you…
but I do not care.
I have cared enough.
I'm going for a swim
instead.
*Poems and artworks by Sara Kian-Judge 2021
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