Won't you meet me
On New Year's Eve
At Nine O'Clock
At the compass rose
Tell me things
About your past
Lead me to wherever
You're going
Take us away
From place of Princes
Down the green
To the waters edge
Where sun and moon
Both kiss the water
As they rise
To greet you
Gold-plated crafted
By the finest dreams
Of our generation
A mission of a lifetime
A decade, years unknown
When completed
Could it become
Another star in the sky
Revolving around the sun?
Discovering new things
About worlds beyond
A job that is never done
Twisting and turning
Ignoring nature's revolution
A revelation in the eyes
Of one
Wouldn't it be nice to find ourselves part of
A glorious story in reality
Shaped by forces hidden beyond our fingertips
Making any other story mere novelty
Unable to hold our imagination beyond
Our waking thoughts
To wish to be awake
Because dreams are not
As tantalising as
Reminscing upon real life
And taking it all
In your mind to its natural end
In this, being one's own best friend means
To reach out again and again
For what the heart needs
To do and say daily
Not only to stay alive but thrive
To be a starring part in our own story
Rush of waves of air
Past the ears
Hot air rising
Up and out the mouth
'Fix a basket below
Call out Here we go!'
Altitude whirring
Latitude stirring
Mending and lashing holes
Forgive me for not
Holding you in my arms
Pulling lines and sandbags
Forgot the sparkling
Though the water looks divine
Floating on a mystery tour
Riding a technicolour dreamcoat
Falling slowly
Seeking sure footing
More than I'll ever be
Landing softly in fields of gold
Under covers
Slide between sheets
Fingers fondle
Turn a new leaf
Entering into
Worlds unseen
Stars in eyes
Hold and breathe
Drama unfolding
Pushing bounds
Reality dissolves
Dreams are found
Singers bellow
Dancers twirl
Look no further
Bookish girls
It's too easy to erase
The space an other takes
No place to call home
No favourite dates
Though in absentia
Loved ones grow
Disproportionate to
Size in life
Taking up thought waves
Morning and night
Sitting snugly beside
On a Saturday night
Saving a seat next to
Chair held by arm
As if waiting for you
To return from the bar
Favourite moments play
Like a love song on repeat
Willing me to believe
Wholeheartedly
Despite not seeing
Feeling or holding
Perfume drifting
Evoking sense bodily
Love is real
John Elliot Museum, University of Tasmania.
Heart's on my knees
Trying to keep afloat
Through turbulent years
Performance anxiety
Staring at solid ground
Horizon fades
Crest of a wave appears
Galley is silent
Only those with iron cast
Stomach and resolve
Can tend to us
All these fomative years
Stores severely depleted
Only squash and lime
Every hour a day
On lookout all the time
Who steers the ship
Back to safe harbour?
Only curl and wait
Until it's over
Solid star hovering over
Posing in greyness
Striking through deliberate
Claiming the pinnacle
Peak most tender point
Baring nerve endings
Of the mountain
Changeable in season
Day and hour
Unpredictable
Never tire of watching
Waiting to draw curtain
From mist and storm
Evaporating
One day lost from
Following twisting paths
Do we never leave
Sea level again?
How to find you now
Not knowing the place
Like the back of my hand
Hiding in the crevices
Waiting for help at hand
Sea legs cave under me
Used to bouyancy
Not the heavy hand
Of altitude
Beckoning voice
Reckons waypoints
Would never be reached
To begin with
No room at the inn
For fair weather friend
It is rarely so fair
So close to Antarctic
Even in Bermuda
Smooth sailing unlikely
When a meteor
Millions of years ago
Can still mess with
Direction finding
Compass swirling
While land locked ones
Hang around in bars
Drinking Sunrises
By the glass
Why is the needle
Always pointing South
Where the shadows are cast
By the winter sun?
To those in motherland
We are indeed upside down
Where on this earth
Is there a place to call home?
With resting silence
Chattering streams
Sounds of chirping
In the groves
Do we climb a mountain
And take a ride down
On the rainbow?
Deep blue grey eyes
Watch same coloured clouds
Drift heavily towards us
Like moving mountains
Though weightless to our eyes
Powerful forces hold them
In the sky
A bridge that divides
Also unites
Seasoned minds recall
The day it came down
After rolling the dice
On their way home
So their lives revolve
Staying on side
Never daring to cross
For fear of remembering
Nervously teetering
On edge of floating bridge
Sea spray enveloping
Same waters harmlessly
Tickle toes
At Opossum Bay
We make it look easy
To love
Because we know
Anything else
Than familiarity
Is beyond us
Confronting disparity
If we met by chance
- How many people on this earth? -
Would lady luck allow
Another turn
To find one other
Standing beside
In a place
Made for us
Count the stars of heaven 