Hello my ancient friend May I place yet another Hand on your leg? Will you spill all secrets In this brief meeting? How you thrived Thousands of adoring Visitors while growing Silently, unnoticed Our footsteps heralded By birdsong We celebrate the girth Of your waist While post-luncheon Walkers remark on New year's resolutions Aimed at winding back Time and growth Of their appearance It must seem Very primitive thinking To such a wise one Of your worth
The Octopus Tree on kunanyi, Mt Wellington Tasmania
Summer solstice and the air is swimming with insects Rays scoop down to bathe kangaroo grass heads golden Swaying on waves of breeze surfing on treetops To break the back of the working week is to finish at midday on Friday Roll down to the bay with windows down and radio blaring The kissed sound of a tinnie opening Smacked on lips evokes guttural sighs and closed eyes smiles all around me She was brazen as one of the locals Sandy haired and sun kissed freckled skin chilled as southern air embraces her First one in heckling others to obey her invitation Then she'd disappear under the waves to shed her worries No one ever looked at her sideways
On the spectrum from belief To nilpotent I may be strung along Like a row of pearls When lightning strikes The heart of her She ignites Fuels her desire My sweet exterior melts Reduced to a puddle To mirror her exuberance To the sky Till she hides under blanket For the night