Descent

We descend upon oval of scattered sunlight
As if fistfuls of diamonds strewn onto bay
Blinking back at us
Squinting into perpetual horizon
Butterfly shells lain on trail along shoreline
Lapping frothy edge of greedy sea, clutching
Tumbling ripples moulded in sand
Careless gums shed layers
Strewn about like discarded dresses on stage
Leafy mops nodding heady on ocean air
Glittery path meets tentative toes
Kelp gulls call
As a muse, eye of longing
To tread naked and wanting, swallowed whole
Bodacious curves held alight by restless tide
Fondle of chill sting, burn, then numbness sets in
Retreat up winding course a captive to comforts
Imprint of this place
Jetty Beach, held more deeply in thick skin than acetone on paper print
Seeds of dreams planted deep inside
Named will to come alive
Jetty Beach, Bruny Island Tasmania

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