Daily incantations

She, opens eyes wide at sunrise
To deliberate
Life, loves, lies
On tip of tongue
Softened by toast and hot tea
To protect buried memories
To defend all she has left

She, sheds a tear at moonrise
Orb of light illuminates her face
Soft folds of downy fields
Hair tickles her ears
Winds whisper incantations
Flowing across river
Searching for her lover
Believing only in peace
Laid buried beneath her feet
Waubs Bay, Bicheno Tasmania

I feel you

In my feet pounding pavement
Hips swaying to music
Waves crashing in ears
Sun beating
Rhythm in my solar plexis
Salty sting of tears
Glitter on the water -
In your eyes -
Evokes a feeling
One cannot contain
Boundless sea
I feel you
Long beach, Sandy Bay Tasmania

Two loves

There was a story of
Two loves
One a great surveyor of landscapes
Who beheld the ocean and firmament
Over tea, toast and morning paper
But obscured from mountain view

The other a lover of all things nautical
Who beheld gondwanan mountain
From a glimpse of kitchen window
Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers
From the bedroom

Each obscured from the one thing they loved
So it was between them too

Low tide blues

Quiet corner
Gravelly throat of river
Intimate audience
Gulls, cormorants
Bathers bake

Swish of waves syncopate
Gently touching
Fronds of iridescent
Sea grass vagrants
Soaking in sun
Lament time is done

Rock pools sip sea
Shimmy on gentle
Puff on breeze
One eyed Jim
Sails up river
Engine thrum
Echoes and undertones
Bass beat drum

Low tide blues
Turquoise and aqua
Clear lucid pools
Toddler fish train
For open water
One day soon
Old school beach, Taroona, Tasmania

Proxy

There's only a sandbar
Between shallow salty feet
The big wide deep

There's only a weekend
Between work weeks

But a sliver of time
Between ok and not quite

I send along my proxy
My happiest self
To see you

While the rest of me
Self-soothes with music
Curled in the car
By the park
School beach, Taroona, Tasmania

Mantra rays

I cannot be a life buoy
But show you how to swim
When to float on Spring tide
To catch the next wave in

I'll make quick work of sunrise
Point you to due East
By night you'll sail across the stars
The farthest lands to greet

The undersea mere curiosity
Of shadows lurking, cold
Shudder off the thought of it
Just keep your head afloat
Quiet Corner, Bruny Island Tasmania

Burst

Beauty of holding 
Breath expelled
Quick succession
Balloon fills its girth
Hearts beat like hooves
On cup day
Tension mounts
Truth like a pin prick
Bursts as flaccid pieces
Fall gently at four feet
Questions at ease
Posed so handsomely
Hold hands and jump
Into a sea of soliloquy
Knowing who one wants to be
Wayfaring strangers are we

Long game

How to play the long game
With someone well versed
In flash fiction?
Do I promise to love their every lover?
Desire drives the narrative on.

How to salvage a life come undone?
When moving parts are irreplacably human
Healing work is painful and long
Until two bodies borrow, become one.
The Gardens, Bay of Fires, Tasmania.