Wonder why

These words of time

Enfolded, embossed in memory cite

Are staved in silence – what else can we say?

New ways to sing no words replace

Hold strong to the ledge

Solid timbre

Huon pine engraved with scars of age

Lashings of yard lines measured secure

To the shore

Though storms berate

Seasons rust and fade

How long? Till the lines fray.

Before bushfire devours what is ours

Let us launch and collect the tattered sails

Set free on open seas

Where words are swept away on wind ‘n tide has final say

Until the moon is no more

We will float above the whitewash

And long for safe harbour no more.

To wonder where?