Who can it be who walks by the river?
Walks by the river at close of the day?
He does not speak, but I hear a voice calling,
Calling the seagulls from far, far away.
Who can it be who walks by the river?
His silver-dark footprints are beckoning ahead;
They lead me to sorrow for I am lamenting
The ones who have gone and the tears they have shed.
Who can it be who walks by the river?
The Didgeridoo is breaking my heart.
I must be going, and leave all the shimmer-
The glitter of neons of which I am part.
Who can be calling me down to the river?
For I hear someone crying and sobbing alone,
Faintly a shadow is rippling the water,
Ripping the water before it is gone.
Paula Fitzgerald (1967)