The wind walks here.
She brushes past me
and runs her fingers through the feathery, sun-lit grasses
rustling the taffeta underskirts of the Livistona Palms as she passes.
I walk with her and she plays with me
tickling my face with stray wisps of hair
then she rushes off through a gap between the walls of rock.
She calls to me.
I follow her whispers to a secret waterpool, twinkling in the sun.
To my delight
she scatters gusts of silver glitter across the surface of the water.
The towering mounds of red and black striped rock surround me.
I am awed by their majesty
and as I wander on
I step where I’ll leave no footprint.
I softly sing to the ancient Spirit that I sense
surrounded by Presence.
It is late in the day.
I have turned back
but have ventured far.
I sense her displeasure.
She buffets and puffs around me
picking up sand and throwing it at the backs of my legs, stinging me.
She whips up a whirl of dust nearby
which dances a moment and dies.
Discarded leaves skip, trip and tumble along the dry river bed.
I walk quickly.
Later, as the firelight flickers,
the air moves
but she is not in it.
Written while camping at Purnululu National Park (the Bungle Bungles) after a day of wandering the Picaninny Creek Gorge… I left at sunrise and returned at sunset and saw a grand total of five people… It is a magical place!
Featured in the Australian Travel Photography and Writing group ~ thank you very much!