I
There is a certainty engraved in the sky that a set of footprints on an island can
only be washed away at nighttime.
II
Protectors of dawn,
they are nighttime angels
circling
round and round and round
whispering,
ludic smiles into our ears
trickling down into blood soil,
they are red sand mountains carving lines in our toes
darkened sweat, our skins are shields
not sites for target practice,
so this be the nature of gravity
III
they are granite fossils
sitting,
day by day by day
statues of unspoken stillness,
they speak in silent reverberations
distant echoes of my home is ocean clear,
sky heavy,
my home
is made of drought,
i stand on fugitive clouds
IV
the earth migrates in space, unsettling
round and round and round
day by day by day
un
till
still silence is found in inverse entropy,
chaos to pattern to chaos
cyclical,
these are divine prayers
chanted by the angels of daytime,
protectors of dusk
V
Children of the Pilbara speak the language of the winds seek shelter in
the sun etch their homes in the ocean,
water dense.