A mother's breast turns Feeding the only release Lest she weep in tune with child
How long will it last? Interminable desire To hold fast the nest In contrast to view ahead
So wild sea eagles Soar solo surveying over Rocky shores, pebbles trickle Vast dolomite column cliffs Veering skyward - eyeing one another
Young ones too large for nest I run errands to tick of time Care package a respite For a friend whom I like Caring for other than bloodline
Though I forgot the soy milk Now it's all I can drink The taste of it like a chance meeting Next time I will say the words Until then, thoughts brew Like a heady spiced chai While tea turns tepid At least, the sun and I.
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania
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
First time I kissed you By accident, on cheek I whispered, "see you soon" Ablaze, I stepped onto river's edge - once where we met - Time and again To cool my thoughts.
Last time we hugged It was all you A friendly pat around broad shoulders As I stooped down Like a medal winner Empty handed
I could not throw my arms around . It was orchestrated by another .. my arms were loaded with jackets and books wrapped in cotton ... I knew it would be the last.
Since then, how carefully the silence is conducted through an orchestra of friends.
While I write lyrics to music I can only imagine.
Iron Pot Lighthouse, Cape Blessington, Bruny Island in the distance.
Pack it all up Last year's shards Like an antique Japanese ceramic Put it in a box Under the bed Start afresh Forming with hands Glaze coated smile Showing heart All is well Strike gold Repair cracked Seams of old
Oh to be the one Who can do no wrong To see your face Illuminated Each time we meet Rather than Cloud nine dissolves Thump upon landing As you are gone Sound of strings Only soothes I am not The one for thee An ode to be Just me
Count the stars of heaven 