Wurrungwuri, Royal Botanic Garden Sydney
By Eileen Chong
Published 1 January 2021
I
bedrock. we forget: under
this city lies yellowblock,
sweep of sandstone –
restless buckle, shards
and monoliths this side
of the sea – bolted into
dry movement, tossed heads
and abrupt angles, a people
compressed, filtered histories
II
imagine:
cupping pebbles
in both hands –
sun-weighted, complete
to bore through the heart
of each quartz stone:
strung on steel – a giant’s plaything
the emptiness within:
spiralled hives
for upside-down life by night