Oceanic

Yuraygir National Park - lands of the Yaegl and Gumbaingirr people.

Some things we have always known about ourselves. Some things we discover over time. Sometimes - for a Poet - we learn something only through our own writing.

Much of my writing now is connected with the sea, but when I lived in the desert it was the dry sea of sand and stone - and the people who live there - that I wrote about.

And in between are mountains - my third love.

Then there is love itself; the glue which makes it whole, and my delight in a partner who comes alive in wild places the way I do. Best of all are the days when we can be there together - Meg painting and me writing.

Are we capturing the place, or finding ourselves? On a day like this one, it is both.

Limbic

Aesthetic

Oceanic…..

This susurration
settles into me, enters me,
centres me here in this place
amidst the rocks dropped
in the sand, under the light,
sprayed by the airbrush sun.

Salt on my skin, on my tongue;
watching your hands as you draw,
seeing you create -
feeling you delineate 
the fluidity of time, 
space, dimension -
distilling something 
permanent from
something passing 
through...

Ephemeral colours, 
temporary shapes, 
thoughts and textures, scent,
on the pale yellow sand 
by the sapphire sea
under the sky’s blue tent.