Poetry from the Island

‘A suite and sweep of Macquarie Harbour, Frenchmans Cap, West Coast Range, morning reflections’

on the ground by waterfalls & waves,

the wind from the Southern Ocean –

enough force in a gale

to pull skin and flesh

around bones −

enough to inhale invisible charges

after storms with lightning

a tasty post-intimate polarization

Sloop Rock rollers

on the West Coast

are strong.

gazing to that mass

I felt visceral lust,

questioning Romance

and the Science

powerful movement,

a threatened forest of kelp

slapping below the surface,

saline spritzers rising from below

walking back

from ocean

to the harbour,

dry grass rattled

in the heat

beneath my stride

a tiger snake at 45 %

quietly cooled

my spine

I walked on,

turbulent to calm