Hull, Coral: Coastal casuarina in the second summer
Coastal casuarina in the second summer (Angol)
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,
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,
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.