Generations carved from Giant's causeway Lava flow of war Igneous rock hardens Into a pathway across Vast waters separated by Continental drift Forming political shores Generations have traversed To find a new life by boat
Now, since my birth Family lines divided By technology Sounds beeps and static Gave way new intelligence New lightning fast Ways of doing Meanwhile, just being For those who can recall The differing bird calls Sounds peeps and trills Calling us out into The vast wide world To become new again
An island haven Cut off world's worry For few short months I had you at arm's length You had me at yes Borders came down Walls came up Draw a long bow To wish upon A future us I'd have climbed mountains To know, to hold If at all But once...
Thankful for lights in trees Just as limbs lose their leaves Just as workers escape Through the darkness Wondering, if not for trees Would we ever be enlightened?
He kept a fossilised shell Plucked from highlands Of Papua New Guinea Proof of the flood, he mused It remained on window sill Overlooking rivulet Tasmanian native garden Decked with terracotta pot violets Greeting me at the stairs A huon pine drooped drearily In the shade on the way To wrought iron tables and chairs I would finish the dishes from fossil shelled kitchen window Spying the revelry outside Before bringing tepid coffee from new machine At Christmas time All the while forgetting To call my own family A thousand miles away
Golden rays of sunshine Glimmer on bouncing curls Corduroy overalls Bright red buttons Boots dancing On edge of pond Squeals, little fists Giggling at ducks and geese Almost as big as me I pick her up Plonk on my knee Give her gentle squeeze Soft tummy quivers With laughter and ease I lay out my palm Little fists uncurl within A nest for soft duckling She looks up suddenly Bright blue eyes Brows raised Little hands wipe Tears from my face Small arms stretch Around my neck My inner child Soothes me today
Count the stars of heaven 