Sacramento

There's a time not so long ago
It still plays in my mind
Like the little girl who giggled
Hung her monkey arms around
Your neck and made you laugh and smile so much
Across the crowded venue
Now the size of an adult
She sits squarely at me and stares
Just like my girl does
I stared back too
Masks up to our eyes
What does she want to know?
A silent reply
Yes, I love her too

Moments like these can be found on the brink of never after
They live on as an image that can never be erased
Come what may
Artist: Lucienne Rickard, ecology studies. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery

https://www.detached.com.au/ecology-studies

Sometimes

When wedged in the cleft of a cliff
Gives shelter from relentless
Beating rain and wind
Storms outside and within
Cool cave a respite
Shade from scorching rays
Love for another lights
A campfire inside
Keeps you warm all night
Gives you strength to rise
To stoke its smoky coals
To nourish body and soul
Sometimes loving you
Is the same as loving me too.
Mt Cameron, Tasmania. Image not author’s own.

Down my street

A patchwork of concrete
Black cat sidles along
Gutters eyeing passersby
A calico skips across
In front of me
Brazen on the beat

Darkness crawls
Too far between
Street light skirts
Even after all these years
Smiling at young woman
A creepy sense inside
For our safety

Cliff face laced with mist
Sandstone eyes watch over
Blanket of eucalypts
Butting up against
Blaring highway
Gateway to freedom

All along coastline
State of road and roofs
Never matter
When ocean views evoke
Breathless wonder

A pillow book

Twisting writhe of long week
I return to where I began
Take a pillow book
Under my head
Turn to kiss your mind
With mine, entwine
First, I imagine 10 years' time
Then, a flash, to platinum albums of you - those spin me too -
Held by someone else for a while
I wonder if I'm still in your mind
Or whether it is wrapped around another?

Passing rain

There is a noble price to pay 
For precious moments
Caught unawares each day.
Smiles invade consternation
On work, or other nonsensical plays.
Crawling through choked traffic
Over bridge, no harbour view
Through iron bar fence.
Number plates and brake lights
A flash of beams behind.
A song on the radio
One you might love.
Suddenly, eyes clear
Beaming as broadly
As white clouds over mountain
In front of me.
For all such moments night and day
I carry the cost of knowing
Thousands of smiles can turn
Unexpectedly
Like sun's rays carried away by clouds
Instantaneously, a shower
Pouring down
On my face
kunanyi / Mount Wellington Tasmania