Nice new homes popping up In large backyards All around me Mine old on the outside Renovated as new inside Like me Homes like their owners Yet, like a hermit crab Shell expired Looking for another Sea floor bare sand One day a house To call mine Somewhere deep Earth and wilderness A share house We cannot divide
Stone cold metropolis Gruelling southern front Shades of grey surround How many colours blue Can one feel Without you? Of utmost importance To gravitate towards Such a warm affectionate Lover kissing skin pink By evening Sting but turns earthy Tones as memory of her Softens
Perched between barren landscapes Far as the eye squints In the distance Microscopic life dawns In open spaces unseen How we relish the resilience Of some tiny show Of leaves stalk reaching Up for sunlight to ignite It's open tongued grooves Into being
Yet we find normalised eugenics Those who exist between the lines Of normativity collectivism Turned aside by one Derided by two Abandoned by three Many mouths to feed Better defend protect Turn inside out Than let another Take the mantle When the woman till Ten works then sleeps A superior breed To exist in such Harsh remote conditions Of isolation Yet to grace the pages Of top ten endemic list For protection Women and children Survival of our species
Enveloping my whole body I dive in tentatively The cool surface shocks My skin pricks lightly My feet shake it off Pressure builds in ears Presses on eyelids I feel the warm embrace Of weightlessness It surrounds me Cradles softly Like mothers arms Holds up backflip Lifts to lie breathing Grateful for air Contemplating its gift Longing of water Fills my mouth and nose Ears and hair Every crevice tenderly Seal broke free Finding new colony Rest on her shores Till we meet again Ocean and me
Dunes are meant to wander Lest they fall prey To the lure of the ocean Siren waves pursuing her Endlessly to smother May she remain free For the breeze Is her lover
When the mountain is invisible We walk on our memories Our constant changing sun Fog lights flourescent white Guiding us home While we bide our time For Western Winds to thrive To push delirium way out For the ocean to disperse Meanwhile hold my hand Lest we trip on the tip Of a stone cold moss Covered path Delighting in treasures While they last You too are one
Tucked away out of sight Its secrets lay open We stroll leisurely Hopping over tendrils Peeling back vines Reminiscent year past Time allows us To laugh over Misspoke words Jealous greenery We pause as sunbeams Illuminate dainty Cheeks of ripe peach Silence grows Like fruiting trees The seed of many More meetings Served with humble pie And cream A future like this Is dear to me
St David’s park, nipaluna / Hobart, lutruwita / Tasmania
Soft sand The place where High tide won't reach Just shy of ebb Flow two-way Discourse between Land and sea Both outreached Like lovers arms Drink each other in Lying on her shores
Soft sand Mounds where Terns lay over Tender feet walking On eggshells Deliberate delicate New life born In harsh climes Resilient
Soft sand Free from damp and cold Nestled in reedy banks Hiding darting beaks Succulents and more Barely moving an inch The sea slowly rises But never touches For fear to wash away all
Soft sand Tender toes march in Treasured not owned No houses built to dwell This place is sacred Defended and protected Barefoot tiptoe around Lost coins, watches Wallets and keys Gravitate there with ease Generous offerings to The space where Bronze bodies Curves held form Find ease and release Respite for an hour Then depart
Love that comes And leaves Yet always returns
Warm soft sand Where I land In the wintry recess Of my mind Until next time Sifting fingers Falling through Return to dunes Pure and refined Fine
North Bruny Island, D’entrecasteux Channel, lutruwita / Tasmania