Jurro - Jurro

He was blind....but could see into my heart....Like the most....clear of all eyes.... Like the ocean had come into watch....and bring peace....He was blind....but could see all my smiling.... Even before I was laughing....In a front-yard pool....That was more makeshift....Than his stable gentleness.... And amazing grace....And cheeky spirit....His Bapa cried....At my Grandmother’s funeral....Like a real mourner.... So that tears flowed....Like a beautiful river....Like the bush in a storm....Like those tropical storms in Coffs.... That were like an open wound let out....Weren’t trapped behind bars....Or barricades....Or Missions of stolen generations.... He was blind....But not to me.... Though we played Marco Polo in the pool....He was better at it than me.... He felt me, knew me and sensed from deep, from the Earth, The pulses of nature, From his people - Gumbayngirr people. ps They didnt need to be saved, just loved.