Month: July 2019

I’m on this ribbon road
weaving the blue coastline
along a full tide kissing the shore;
the bush hills climb to the blue sky,
shelter their secrets as I drive by,
sad of heart, buoyed of spirit.

The walls of the old café
are painted bright yellow,
as bright as the sun;
outside the day is grey and cold,
nothing at all like these walls.

I shall renew old acquaintances
one by one in the fullness of time,
but for now I pass by their gates
and their headstones and quietly
whisper their name.

I am in need of a chocolate bar
but the vending machine
seems not equipped to oblige
or maybe it is I who is not equipped
to follow the instructions;
frustratingly the chocolate remains
out of reach.

A roadway we have forged,
through light and dark,
and walked every long mile
shouldering pick and shovel
until we fell out of breath
and weary.

And what a tower we have built here,
Reaching through cloud and sky
And touching the brightness of the sun;
Even Icarus was brought low,
‘Complacency’ and ‘arrogance’
Etched on his headstone.

Out here she says
No one need live alone
Or try to pull cold stars
About their shoulders,
For warmth is found
In the whare hearth.

There is no hunger here
In the shadow of the sun
Where love carves its name
Caressing flesh and stone,
Table is laid inside the home.

It is for the joy of the song
That the blackbird sings
And the child laughs
At the nursery rhyme
That make so sense at all.

Here there is an understanding
between the ripples of water
and the grains of sand
dancing together constantly
in the pushing back
and forth of time.