Kirsten (Rubi) Garbini

It’s 3 am

I dream that I'm walking

to the water far beyond the forest

Its blue-dark and warm

I wait there silently as the dingo shadows emerge

Moving across the land towards me

Calling me to follow, follow the river,

follow the dreamline

We are all moving through the night

I don’t know where to step

I am clouded

My heart aches from

Unpunished good deeds

Demanding reparation

And my dream wakes me

Here, words that usually hang

Like mass produced Chinese flip flops

In the air of everydayness

Become shining lanterns

Of belonging

Dingo take me deeper into the formless

Silence where shapes are stilled by trees

Your dream maps glisten in plain sight

I am ready to travel now

Birds echo frog sounds

on quartz spiral pathways

And my ears perch on my head

Ready for flight.

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