When we meet
A standing wave
Between two tidal streams
Going different ways
Making waves
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Category Archives: Tasmania
Shine
Though loyalty shone
Like the morning sun
Some chose to close
The blinds to it
Heart
Treasure the friend
Whom you met
In the heart
Of the storm
Even if you never
See them again
Barely
As soon as you think
This is more than I can bear
Just wait
You will soon be given more
Waking hour
Silence is sweet vessel
For lost worlds of time
Words surround warmed
By captured sunrise
Symbiosis
Naturalists live in a world of wounds only they can see
Aldo Leopold
In Braiding Sweetgrass by Robyn Wall-Kimmerer
Seal
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
Hearts ease
Yours is the only
Sacred world I know
Minutiae of delights
Dripped from branches
Conjures fantasies
In foreign lands
Show me the way in
Ritual initiations
I wait, dew gathering
Under my skin
Bushfire moon
I suspect
Stream of emotion
Ebb and flow
Words wired
Tied to rise
Fall of pride
Tender moonlight
On edge
Twice in one year
I have been spurned
By one I dedicated
All future selves to
I smelled the edge
Stepped backwards
Felt the rush of
Bone breaking waves
Wind on my face
Venture out beyond
Foaming titillating
Swell tickling sand
I always come back
Knowing as deep
As orange roughy sea
Future love waits
For me
