Dreamtime Lore
This photograph has been taken from Digital Photo Gallery of Ted Szukalski
They came with their God and their book
Told him he was outcast, naked and poor
Shunned his tucker, language and lore
Tried to bleach him
With their righteous weapons
Their guns and disease
To scrub and scour all trace
Of what had gone before…
They came, sirens blaring
And took his children away
Filling him with their poison
“It will be better this way”
Yet the cockatoos screeched
a raucous chorus of ridicule
That echoed throughout the land
For the white invaders
Could never extinguish
Spirit’s dreamtime tryst
Between
Mother country
…And this ancient man
A Mother’s Voyage
Giggles of innocence
Bubbling with love
Contagiously foaming
Frothing
…Swirling
Swept up in the swell
of motherly joy
Enter predestined passions
A professional calling
Awash in a whirlpool
Intensity whirring
Riding the waves
of growth and fulfillment
Adrenaline rises
Caught in the rip
of responsibility
Whipped up by moonlight
Madness
Nocturnal drowning
In muddied roles
Calm breaks
Momentary stillness descends
Pressure rising and falling
And rising
…And falling
Silence stems the flow
Providing the compass
to temporary floating
Dreaming
Hoping
Til the dawn tide
Surges
At the birth of the Sun
Colleen DuBois ~ Reflections of Me 
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