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
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?