It’s been a month since the contractors poisoned the weed that was choking our suburban lagoon. Still water, mats of black collapse the shore is quiet. Usually by October the reed warblers would be full-throated at their young: this our morning song, this an alarm trill this is how to hang a nest on two bent rushes just right. Next year — maybe. The pelicans mooch about before departing. An egret wades in the shallows, brilliant like a tear in a curtain on a summer day. Yellow eye, yellow blade strikes, catches nothing. I want to make this bird into something — in its leanness and pallor, a township starved then razed or our kids trampling helter skelter through the garden. Unmoved, the bird stabs again, brings up a string of muck. It won’t mate this season; it’ll starve if it stays. I’m thinking how hard it is to say anything cleanly, truly. Then the real bird lifts, a slow loping climb over lawns and picnic tables with a loud croaking call that I couldn’t help but hear as disgust.
Image: An eastern great egret (ardea modesta) c/- David Clode at Unsplash, similar to the one so disappointed at our local lagoon.
And for music today, here’s Grown Ocean… “a large ensemble project by Sydney-based musician Novak Manojlovic”. with Memory Gardens (Youtube), which features songs inspired by the Illawarra NSW – where this poem was written. Maybe start with Rail Line, What Runs thru Coast & Colliery tho it’s all good.
This poem was inspired by and written on unceded Wadi-Wadi land.