Before the Mountains of Blue – Jiahui Wu

Cradle come
blue gum leaves color the cliffs
orange-rocked and stiff-blue lifted up
should earth tumble come undone as valleys drift
and waterfall fold up the steep as a father’s arm
then all still stays
in drought or rain
frost and snow across the alpine terrain
as travellers wander only up where the air is thinner
rocking to sleep what they cannot detach nor forego
bringing to surface the old nursery songs
gum nut babies and burnt seeds of banksia
yet cradle rock hatch new broods
banksia babies and gum nut shoots
another sea of travellers.