Thursday 24 November 2022

All too perfect


North of town,

at Ellis Beach,

you came from behind the scrub:

the land unclenched its fists.



We’d bid farewell by Jourama Falls.

What odds now had us on

each other’s paths again?

Oh song within song…

Oh rest within rest…


Fallen palms along the sand

on which passersby

walked the planks

to the One True Ocean…


All too perfect

like the start of a life.


Every day a sunrise…

Every day a sunset…

Sometimes they come together

and the dark doesn’t change to the light

but the life…







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