She begins, as we all do,
a pouring forth, a rage of cold-eye blue.
Canny ancestors smile and wink,
knowing that the river’s tumult will be forced to rest
into spreading lake by Dunstan.
Then pent up again at Roxburgh.
But no feat of engineering will tame a mother
when the heart breaks.
where treasure and secrets are buried deep.
lean over the bank.
Scoop the little dream-bird from the water.
With ease she flies
over Nugget Point and
out to sea.