Strange days

How I marvel when 
Horror and strife
Make ordinary turbulence
Seem trifling

How one image 
in the wilderness
Ignite a longing
Lifelong

To be inspired
To be present
In the last days
In the silence

Is an aspiration
Over which we have
No accord
Though truly

Authenticity
Girded by love
Will always be a
Heavy weight

I bear it 
With a smile
A laugh, song
Stride in step
Love thee well
Nicholls Rivulet, Tasmania, Australia

Thin line

Future thinking laid out
Like a thin grey line
Where the ocean
Meets the sky

Boundless heights
Unfathomable depths

Unknown spaces touch
In surface tension
Breaks, bubbles
Waves and drifts

Freedom to exist
Between them
Floating on a breeze
Between continents, adrift

A breath of indifference
Can stifle the mood
Drain colour in landscape
Surrounded in gloom

Billions of raindrops
Illuminated by sun
Four seasons in one
Summer come
Derwent River, lutruwita / Tasmania

Love like

A homing pidgeon
Taking away
To far off places
Letting go
Watching, waiting
Every day
Hoping praying
She'll come home
When she does
Cheers of joy
The sound of
Two wings flapping
White spread feathers
Fantails
Always wondering -
If she flies
In own direction
Wondering whether
She'll be alright
This night

Soft landing

Landing softly on my feet
After jumping
Off a cliff
In the dark
Claws out
Behind me

A sparrow turns
Says to me
This I do
Frequently

Pecking up seed
Nature cared
To scatter
Just for me

Eyeing another
Diving so flippantly
Decided to free fall
In her slip stream

A warm blanket of air
Covers over my landing
Softly swiftly
With ease

Who you know

The nature of us all
Interwined betwixt
Soil like black gold
Sky liquid silk

Hidden stories told
Under soled feet
Rubber hits the road
Dreams and days meet

A secret underground
Threads tie us all
Telling tales of
Magnificent scale

Beauty so minute
Rare mysterious
No telling where
It wanders

Growing silently
Inside me
Just below
The surface

Waiting patiently
To arise
Tentative to touch
Hesitant to taste

A glorious surprise
If arrived
Just in time
For me

Ivory tower

She sits enthroned
Her head of stone
Arms incapable
Of waving royally

Disempowered
For her beauty
Strength, immortality
Divine femme

No king of beasts
Can protect her
From iconoclasm
Cult postmodern

Mother to all
Yet none to rest
On her thighs
Soothed by breast

A body erect
All that remains
Of love
‘Principal goddess of Phrigia, ‘Mother of all gods’, Cybele was the personification of Nature’s power of growth.’

~John Elliott Classics Museum, University of Tasmania.

Elemental

A warm igloo
In frozen tundra

A shady oasis
In desert down under

A cool clear pool
On white hot sands

A fresh trout stream
On vast open lands

A ripe berry vine
In dry scrub bush

A quiet space
In mid city rush

Elemental forces
We cannot contain

She comes to me
Like a forest fire

Cleansing opening
Ingiting on the breeze

Spreading seeds
Clearing debris

What holds us fast
From inevitable pain

We search seemingly
Aimlessly

It is always there
Hiding plain sight

A thrilling dare
To make it known

Love is never
In vain
Bellerive foreshore, nipaluna/ Hobart, lutruwita/ Tasmania