Thoughts like an ox-bow lake

Begin in the shallows

The current pushing us along

Into the depths, cloudy with sedimentation,

Thoughts, feelings, speculations, hopes,

Where we can wallow if we like.

As the river creates land out of water

Taking us back back to wallow in the shallows

Once again to meander from the main

Stem of the river -  cut off,

Creating a free-standing body of water

And a new landform - a billabong

As the Wiradjuri people say.