We walk with the American family
east to Castle Rock. 
On the way I name wattle,
peppermint/wanil, 
yonga/kangaroo,
ocean/wardan,
quenda.

The wind blows into our faces,
but we shelter behind the rock,
and the water is still.
The sculpted leaves of the wattle,
waiting for yellow flowers,
the weeping and oily scent of the wanil
peppermint.
Yonga pauses from his eating, close by,
and watches us, before hopping off.
The ocean goes and goes,
whipped up by the morning wind.
Quenda a little thing, like another
face of the Australian mammal archetype.

All these, like everything else,
named 
by human beings,
as the Earth
and we too are named…
Love of the Earth 
allowing this.