Copper pennies closed the eyes. Hands folded casually on the chest. A new suit, ready for travel. I look upon my body - my vehicle. It had carried me through life; I had learnt almost everything - I had loved almost everybody - I had seen almost everything. I'd lived, I'd loved... I'll live again.
Again a full moon drags an early morning king-tide against the rock wall and tempts me. I find myself wandering along the seafront towards the stairs which by now should be almost covered with cool salty water. They are. I descend the stairs and the water reaches my waist and I can feel the soft sand and the gentle wash of waves against my body. I relax and watch the sea. As the moon slowly passes overhead, she releases her grip on the ocean and the tide changes. The water becomes calm. Gently the sea sighs against the rocks and turns. I feel the massive sea gently tug against my body and am awed by both its strength, and beauty. I close my eyes and surrender to the peace and quiet.
homes become rubble religions bring discontent life is such a mess
casuarina’s fragile hold
the stork and the styx
Many streams and rivers in Australia only flow during the wet season – in between seasons the casuarina seeds washed down in the last flood take root and grow. The lucky ones survive next years flood. The river gives life and just as easily takes it away.
life and death in equal share
no pref’rence offered
alone in this dark
while my wrists, they gently weep.
waiting for the light