Murray River Mouth

We went to the mouth of the Murray River yesterday. One of those beautiful sunny autumn days where the sky seems glazed and the water flowed freely. No crabs emerging on to shore this time, only the quiet lap of water against the outreach of sand. Across the water, on a small elongated sand bar, pelicans stroking the air with their long beaks. No boats, no dredger having to keep going day on night on. The drought has broken, the flow steady, fast. It’s never a place to dwell long. But good to reconnect.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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