A heart beneath a habitat of artificial bushland,
and Man-made waterholes.
Beats an unstable rhythm,
deep in my soul.
Amongst a forever changing landscape,
The humid sun beams bright.
Across a river that once sparkled
like jewels in the light.
All around is utter congestion,
and outer city development drives on.
Like the Native fauna, I seek refuge,
Wondering where do I belong.
But it is only a shell,
a facade of what’s true.
The blind eye turned,
to suit a more cleaner view.
The cracked concrete and tarmac I stroll,
Cover up secrets of a misinterpreted past.
While the trees that surround us,
Reminds me nothing gold can last.
Now covered by steel empires,
constrained to a new way of life.
Whispers draw me to a quiet space,
far away from the chaos and strife.
A place that only the intuitive know,
Hidden beyond the tinfoil and stone.
Echoes a story now forgotten,
its remnants left to the unknown.
The smell of mist ignites the senses,
At ease I lay back, my mind drifting away.
Here is where I find solace,
in unity with the spirits and energies at play.
My memories fade back to my resting place,
A remedy that only home could have woven.
There my spirit awakens
to mirror a familiar melody never spoken.
And so the day passes,
like fragmented moments in time.
Capsulated in a memory,
for someone else to find.
The Bogong congregate as evening sets in,
Along with the fireflies a sacred rite begins.
A dance of light, and smoke under the moon.
In silence, hoping it doesn’t end too soon.
I stare, a rarity to acquire.
As they hover by the fire with a heat of desire.
While amidst the parade I gaze through.
Camouflaged in the crevices of darkness.
You and only you.
For so long you’ve been hiding
waiting for the new.
For a world that doesn’t decimate
the Utopia you grew.
The time has come to rise.
rise from behind your disguise.
New creatures of the night,
break on through.
Embark upon that coming light.
Empowered by the magic around,
I pen the words that nature resounds.
You call out for me to join you under the moonlight.
Breathing, dancing, singing into the night.
Your words are soft, but I hear you say,
Belong, just as the Fireflies and Bogong.
Belong to be seen, heard and embraced.
Uniqueness can be found in every place.
In every seed grows a new beginning.
And with that wisdom we are constantly learning.
Every day, in every way, you’re always getting better.
I thanked You and I made my proclaim.
I AM a Wotjobaluk djin.
I come from the Wimmera
The earth reflects the colour of my skin.
Born with the river flowing deep through my veins
Although I am here, city bound.
Just as my ancestors, there is where my spirit will remain.
I’ll return to my home where my connections run.
A cycle like the Fireflies and Bogong.
Congregated around a fire hearing old stories
With the People I love and where I feel strong.
My Grandparent’s country.
A one street town,
Incase you needed a summary.
Here I’m connected to everything around
The little desert, the bush even the animals that surround.
This is home.
Together Family, Identity and Culture cannot be severed.
Our history runs river deep and mountain high.
And Family, you know.
United as one our spirit shall fly.
But for now, let’s get this event kicking on track.
Cause you know the mob be excited out back.
To cut a long story short, I was raised by Warriors,
Trailblazers and Storytellers in right.
Much like the artists here, to bring you what you see tonight…
A SOLID and STRONG legacy of Blak and Bright.
By Kathrine (Kat) Clarke (c)
Written for Blak and Bright 2016: Bogong Event,
performed at the Bella Union, Carlton VIC, 21/02/2016.
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