Friday, August 22, 2008
a quiet song in the rain-speckled sea
Sometimes babies leave the world before we think their time is done,
But that doesn’t mean that they are not with us still.
The love given them goes out into the world, regardless.
The songlines of this place here are whale songlines,
A person of this dreaming travelled all the way from the Great Australian Bight. Bunna Lawrie, of the Mirning people, came and sang to the little whale before it died.
My small song was but a whisper in the winter water , among the songlines of these creatures. There are many spirit whales for him to swim with, now and always. Out through the heads, past Barrenjoey, out to sea.
Somewhere, in the speckled indigo depths,
Is the shape of a small humpback, which will swim here forever, singing.
Singing softly always,
wait for me, wait for me.
I will always hear him:
All seas are connected.