you are multitudes

tired of the sun

it's too easy to wax on
blue liquid light,
white sand
but the only season
I'll miss here
is autumn

I'll miss the way
the sky competes
with the ocean
for clarity
and everyday
both win


will it be snowing?

you said I wouldn't last
more than one winter
said it was too cold
for a Queenslander
you told me that your mother
couldn't wait to move to Brisbane
maybe you forgot that
back then, the logging and the apples
fucked the working man
and Queensland was the place to go

you've got it wrong
about me, I'll watch aurora borealis
rug up inside a firelit house
and you'll keep me warm


why I'm not in bed

there are so many places
and I've looked at hundreds
(different I guess
viewed on the net)
better to look in person

my enthusiasm
won't be put off
desirous I am
for one perfect spot
(and there's the end
of my life for sleep)


did the moon dance?

heat haze shimmered
when the wind came
whipped at the kids
on the beach

you held my hand
as the wildest waves
blew in over my waist

great big moon, white
on the day's blueness

a crazy convergence
of wave motion, tricks
of distance and light

our eyes
witness the moon
bouncing around
in the sky