This river cuts low through time and rhyolite
reaching earth’s bones in a mountain cleft.
Searching for gravity
and a million misty mornings.
quartz and gold
this river ignited the hopes of men
who bled and toiled through fatigue, scrub, and soil
to uncover her riches beneath.
And now all that remains
are the rusting hulks of failed intentions
slowly falling groundward
through relentless oxidisation
and the growing weight
this river flows
in its journey to the plains