Ayer's Rock (For Katie) Poem by Jacqui Thewless

over Uluru
I can almost hear the sun's
new boomerang of light

can almost see those
rivers of rain then the wind
leaving a green trail

even in retreat
the sun dreamed Ayer's Rock red
on its cooling plain

the rock wave resting
under its crest of matter
even the lens dreams

the rock is not rock
that is not the sky either
the bush is not bush

there are no landmarks
but an awful sheltering
in ochre and blue

that is not a bird
perched on another sacred
branch of the sun’s dream

with its eye on fire
this is the storyteller
and she knows everything