Arise

May I entreat thee
A painstakingly slow
Reveal
If you're not sold
On its worth
Grow weary before
Ribbon falls
To the ground
Blink as lid lifts
Lay it aside
Open wide
Tease of tissue paper
Crinkles as the nose
In anticipation
No waiting game
Moments of reckoning
One still standing, poised
Wing span of heart's
Butterflies
The best things take time

Not drowning… waving

Know the signs
Between the flags
On any ordinary day
Means traffic lights
Warning you
Do not pass this way

A buoy in the storm
Mollusc island
Bobbing in deep blue
Someone to hold onto
Regardless of
Turbulence of waves

Deployed all receptive
Sensors listening
For escape pod
Down to the wire
Launch sodden sea bottom
Breath of salt air saves

Warm bodied creatures
Gravitate easy as breeze
Silent staring on horizon
Unison is what we crave
Debut on pontoon parade
Birds eye view amazed

Cohabiting cocoon
Licks salty tips
Of fingers
Like fish and chips
Living for the day
Sunny afternoon yacht race in still waters of Bellerive Quay.

Pull

Strongest of morning 
Nestled in pure silence
Gravitas draws down
Most poignant moment
Into my coffee cup
I dwell
Steamy thoughts fill
My nose, eyes, throat
Ravenous groan
Deep in cavernous want
Mind lifts up
Sun reddening stoic
Organ pipes above
A herald echoes
In conscious moment
Pulling me to wake
From cosy slumber
Of longing
Bivouac Bay, Tasman National Park, Tasmania

In my own skin

Layers as filo pastry
Deliciously warmed
Under the same sun
Peel away while sleeping
New versions of ourselves
Quietly revealing
Still the same old, same old
Heaving, breathing
Precious burst illuminating
Memories slink across my face
In diamond cut wrinkles
Glitter all over the place
Sunset at Fortescue Beach, Tasmania

Come out

In the lee of Summer Solstice 
Tell oneself to breathe
In and out repeatedly
No more holding on
To each one
The days are ticking down again
Walk abreast the self-assured waves
Kissing sun on white speckled canvas
Laid bare for once
Turn around
People multiply in the wake
Rubbery tops of jelly fish
Bounce off finger tips
Salty drink for skin
Slips soft around
Tender clefts of limbs
Hopefully loved
Sun kiss, towel hug
Me and my own company
Thinking upon
Just once
The one presiding over
The bay upon balcony
Head dipped in serenity
Some adventure in there
Waiting to come out
Hinsby beach on Christmas Eve, Taroona Tasmania