Our poem today comes from nunga poet Ali Cobby Eckermann

Shrine
for Valerie Martin

Among the rubble
I prop a roof
from battered rusty tin
sunlight sparkles through

old nail holes
as will stars
and droplets
of refreshing rain

I weight every stone
in my gaze
in my hands
I sweep

earthen floor
remove impurities
from its skin as
it has done mine.

I gaze at
clouded glass
no longer.

From “little bit long time“.  Picaro Press 2009