Rain dulls the breadth of distance;
a tear-drop curtain
sways and scatters in the wind;
the wide sky aches
with the echo of a vanished sun.
Beyond this grey drift
I hear an ocean whisper,
toss against the division
of water and air. Contained
on cliff'd edges, wind-rocked tea-tree
whimpers against the moutain's embrace.
A pelican hangs high,
maps landscape,
measure's the sun's climb, the heart-beat
of time between gulf-squawked dawn
and the moon's benign rising.
A sea eagle soars
into limitless space...
Hailstones clatter;
the imagined world disappears.
Confined behind glass,
I long for an arc of sunlight
or a clear night sky
and the blessing of stars.