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It is late dry season. The creek bed an empty, rocky, Corridor to remaining pools. Climbing a slight crest, An improbable rock, Artfully shaped and poised, Balanced atop a tall pillar, Reveals the hand of nature. Below rock ledges polished By water and burnished by sun Lies a deep pool of clear water. Lilly pads float on long tendrils. Purple lotus flowers open to the sun. In the water, the Lilly pads, Impossibly green, cling To the surface, on which Water skimmers dart to and fro, Dragon fly hover, and lazy fish Swim by, all unperturbed by the floating human. Across the pool's outlet, tall saplings Of grevillea sway in the light breeze. Parrots balance in the swaying tops, Their orange shoulder colours Match the grevillea flowers. A lone fruit bat, separated From the colony, climbs hand Over hand, up and down branches, To share the nectar. In the afternoon shade Of paper bark trees and White barked eucalypts, Sitting on the smooth rock, Which gives comfort without Being comfortable, the warmth Of the rock against wet skin Links us to others who have lain here Sharing these sensations.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Lilly pond below balancing rock
It is late dry season. The creek bed an empty, rocky, Corridor to remaining pools. Climbing a slight crest, An improbable rock, Artfully shaped and poised, Balanced atop a tall pillar, Reveals the hand of nature. Below rock ledges polished By water and burnished by sun Lies a deep pool of clear water. Lilly pads float on long tendrils. Purple lotus flowers open to the sun. In the water, the Lilly pads, Impossibly green, cling To the surface, on which Water skimmers dart to and fro, Dragon fly hover, and lazy fish Swim by, all unperturbed by the floating human. Across the pool's outlet, tall saplings Of grevillea sway in the light breeze. Parrots balance in the swaying tops, Their orange shoulder colours Match the grevillea flowers. A lone fruit bat, separated From the colony, climbs hand Over hand, up and down branches, To share the nectar. In the afternoon shade Of paper bark trees and White barked eucalypts, Sitting on the smooth rock, Which gives comfort without Being comfortable, the warmth Of the rock against wet skin Links us to others who have lain here Sharing these sensations.
The European name for this place, on Mt Charnley Station, in the Kimberley, is inadequate. You will know it when you see it. The parrots are more correctly called "rainbow lorikeets".
george-raitt
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
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