Would I rather?

Some would prefer to be
Locked in a warm embrace
Holding hands on Summer's day
Dressing up for a parade

Underneath veneer new love
Springs to mind the perils of
Weighing strangers with a thumb
Viewed through tiny window

Only thing to weigh my mind
The thought of you riding
Over mountains, rivers, coastlines
Scenery found by your thighs

All the heartache, sweat and tears
Over so many years
Devoting nature's wisdom
To so many ears

Keeping so very busy
With thoughts of making plans
Though there's never any demand
Greater love in absent fan
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he, laugh kookaburra laugh kookaburra, gay your life must be.‘ ~ Australiana song by Marion Sinclair

Image Credit: Emma Haynes

Higher love

I fell in love with nature
Not for its own sake
Or higher cause
Tickets to posterity

Simply to save me

She was a portal
I climbed through
Out of the capsized
Sinking ship

Took me by the hand
Showed me how to swim
Not for glory, accolades
For my own benefit

Opened my eyes
To all the life
Beneath the surface
I could not see

Though I hold on
To air, words, hands
In her presence
Not to tarnish

The moment

Having dived for riches
Striving to pluck my heart
From the seabed
She reminded me

Just breathe

Saving faces

Peculiar how we save a face
In our memories
Some change
Some stay
One could remain
Just a passerby
In the grocery aisle
But instead became
Ingrained in our hearts
The eyes, lips, soft lines
For a time
Then painstakingly returns
To its place again
Passing us by
Gathering supplies
To meet with other faces
Besides mine
A nod, a smile
A backstep out
The revolving door
Of our lives

How do you do?

I ask my flowers..
They show spots, scars
Unwelcome visitors
Eroding fine display
Bugged by this
They pull up to sky
To climb higher
A royal bouquet

On our faces
We read them
Like palm lines
Mine long and broken
Immediately filled
With love
Looking so much
Like pain, longing
Confusion
Though silent willing
To never let
This moment end
To nurture soil
Grow colour
A smile
To look into light
To unfurl
Holding on
Gently
For hope
Seemingly
Forever

We are not a muse

Can I see one more time
Says the bee to belle
Taking temperature tells
It is not this hot in May
Ask simply
How can one live
Without the glimpse
Of her inner world
There is nothing at all
For a muse to do
But be oneself
Share but a small
Dose of delight
An open veil
When she trails
With my thoughts
Tailing behind
As I watch
Looking up
For once
In my life
Epacris impressa

Photo credit: Emma Haynes

Dance till we drop

One by one 
Memories come
As first drops lightly
Before a lavishing

At once dissipating
On parched broken land
Then blanket covering
Moving sun's dwelling
Into hiding

Between them both
Daylight quench thirst
One without the other
No dancing dresses
Come out

Parched tongues dip
Into warm clear springs
Going underground
To yield every colour
Known to the eye

Above and below
Bed of growth
Light touch sows
Till sun retires
Dewdrop gathers
For next bow
In the sky
Dianella tasmanica Tasmanian flax lily. Rosny, lutruwita / Tasmania.

Love crush

Think you're flying free
But really, attached
Grounded
Just learning
To spread wings

Until when
One touch
Caving in
Any thought
Of leaving
Ends

Instead sowing seeds
Raising up anew
In case we meet
Again
Caleana Major – large flying duck orchid. Kingston lutruwita / Tasmania.