Summer comes to settle its weight on the southern hemisphere.

 

 

 


 
eye to eye
the bottom line
still there
out of the depths
the sound of swords beaten
and war no more
it is seen –
the shape of the cloud
when it was
breeze-wrinkled
my creek reflection
clear the headstone –
in time this breath also
summer clouds
the gannet's dive
a life without language
before it's done
what's left of me . . .
a half moon haunting clouds
took my breath away
moonlit sea
bound to me in this ditch
of ownership
receding tide . . .
my negative capability
left high and dry
after rain too
the sea has no colour
of its own