Hull, Coral: Coastal casuarina in the second summer

The casuarina rain has come to the second summer

along the northern beach at Nightcliff.

The beach is exposed to the wind,

the equatorial sun and white cockatoo,

who’s beak cracks the casuarina cones, ancient acrobat,

the lookout’s claws dangling on the edge of the rain cones,

rain comes,

rain cones,

the shower of needles brings in coast

the green mist

from the box jelly fish surf,

the mango seeds are rotting in the driftwood,

they couldn’t take hold on Rapid Creek,

crocodile landscape,

above this

the rain of needles mystifies the green is breeze,

they rain in the wind,

they sound out the gentle showers in the humid season,

they are rain needles when it is dry

and now the sea eagle is totem,

he comes gliding and soaring through the raining needles

of the casuarina tree, he comes, his distant ocean eyes

and wave cap head and pine cone breast, he is a bird of coasts,

of the tops of the monsoon vine forests

and their heavy pungent energies,

he is on the edge of the world

of the fruitbat before dusk,

knowing of the gould’s goanna,

gecko, dragon lizard and fish.

He is fish bird.

When I was standing beneath the

light green rain of a coastal casuarina

the soaring sea eagle came,

his focused glide above the dry hanging

cones and raining needles.

The needles have given the ground is cool brown carpet.

The rot and warmth to the casuarina cones,

warmth and growth to them.

All warmth and growth to them!

All the casuarina forests along the north beach.

May they grow and shower the needles.

The wind in them, the dry rain.