Down here, bottom of Wardandi country,
where the Southern Ocean meets
the Indian, and the Djudjilyup Blackwood
flows out to meet them.

We’re sitting in our car on the shoreline
taking a work call
about landscape restoration.

But outside the water is flowing
on the high, incoming tide
and southerly wind,
as two dolphins make their way
upriver by the edge of the tour boat,
and an osprey screeches from the top
of a Norfolk pine above us.

Part way through a sentence 
I have to stop and look out the window
when I notice a splash 
and see the osprey coming up
from the water
with a fish in its claws.

The place comes into my awareness,
comes into the call,
which comes into my awareness
and back into the place.

Landscapes and humans and restoration
and humans and landscapes.