The Memory of Trees

Men put it here to mark the end of the world.
Deep Blackwood water, the river runs down
and the sea eats it up. There is Karri
remembered in whitecaps, in storms
on the ocean. There are whales
passing seaward
whose brains hold the memory of trees.

Gods left them here
at the end of the road from Augusta,
Cape Leeuwin lighthouse,
two oceans,
the memory of trees.

(the "next" paddle will take you to another poem by this author)