Another one of my poems about the sea. I had walked from The Entrance around past the pool towards Toowoon Bay, when I saw the southerly coming, always a relief from the heat of summer, but when you get caught out walking, you need a tree for protection. And as you will discover in the following poem I was not alone looking for cover in the down pour.
southerly buster
on a pearly-silver day
a celestial backdrop
of slanted shafts of light
cloud-ripe
for a bearded god
to peer over
with smile or frown
I rambled
around reefy outcrops
perfect for crashing spindrift displays
with miniature ocean-worlds at my feet
but the weather turned
swirling charcoal wind
like cold grey dragon’s breath
heaved
scudded sand
whipped my legs making
my walk a huddled hurry
scurrying to beat the squall.
a banksia near the sand
saved the soaking that could have been
honey dew cones
dripped
as i crouched for shelter
my walk cut short
the sea shrouded
vista gone
i could’ve felt alone
but two birds joined me
masked lapwing plovers
their long-legs danced
delighting this turn around day
