Trio

Wanderlust
Takes me to wildest corners
Of intricate landsape

Innumerable explosions
Of spores, gills
Parasols of dew

They do not mind
How many they number
Two or thirty

The more the merrier

Shared essence of being
Though less gregarious
We humans seem
Mycena interrupta, pixie’s parasols ~ Clarke Cliffs walk, Tasmania.

Bravest

The bravest 
Most courageous one
On the face
Of the earth

The one who wakes
Their truest self
Does their best
To face humiliation

They think they are alone
Until someone -
Rather than dart away
stand opposed or
Laugh in their face
- stands beside
Unites. Then they are two.

An honour it is to stand
With one who boldly
Nobly, quietly
Faces the day

Never alone
Boatsheds by the water at Cornelian Bay

In between days

For those days
When nights drag on
Waking up takes far too long
Or you've been awake for hours
Nothing new

Rest your feet on the ground
Give your arms a hug around
There is plenty in the day
That you can do

Find a friend, child or pet
They will put your mind at rest
A warm touch to take the chill off morning's dew

Do the thing on the list
Wash the dishes, fold the towels
It's a meditative act
If you hum or sing out loud

Walk outside, breathe it in
Streetscape, sea or gardening
Soak in the air's attentive touch on skin

If the sky falls, step aside
There is somewhere you can hide
With your pet, child or friend and just play cards.

The End.
Streetscape North Hobart Tasmania

Selke

How wholesome, it was said
We did meet by river bed
Rock pools swirling
Dreaming of past lives at sea.

Our shared love of its creatures
A saltwater one, like me.
Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.

Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.

Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.

Within weeks, the cracks show

The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty

Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.

The great diversity of my mind.

I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.

To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.

Fair winds and following seas.

Another year

You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year