Looking glass of dreamtime
cradled in red earth
promising life to man and beast
place of death and birth.
Voicelessly you call each day
the hunter black and strong
who honours you in ancient dance
and sacred tribal song.
Jabiru and kangaroo
share you beneath the moon
man and spirit being one
arrested at high noon.
You lie iin stillness and supine
enduring searing heat
keeping in trust the living past
eternal dreamtime beat.