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

I feel fine

Heat wave
Tsunami wave
Shock wave
Tidal wave
Pressure wave
Goodbye wave
Blowdry wave
Global wave
Alpha wave
Sine wave
New wave

Standing on a hill
Waving at the shore
Wondering when
The final wave
Will come
To return
To life
Once more

Making plans
To see a band
Eating out
Nothing fancy
Just a few
More chances at
A minute spent
With you
Pimelea nivea

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

The undoing

Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea

Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn

One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line
How delightful
It would be

Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many
Beautiful things

Eve

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
Battery Point, lutruwita / Tasmania

Falling slowly

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

Book Fetish

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

Inner space

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
“Attic Red Figure Lekythos, 480-470BC. Ceramic container for perfume or oil. Nike (Victory) with a vase, a prize for a contest.

John Elliot Museum, University of Tasmania.