Monday, August 22, 2011


Clink, clunk, clonk of bamboo chimes;
memories of summers fill my mind:
Curtains flutter a warm breath of air, stirs the pandanus,
ruffles her hair;
Diamond sunlight
scattered on the sea,
the scent of pollen fills the trees;
A blanket of stars thrown at the sky,
half a million fire flies.

A sense of stillness, a sleepy mind,
a sense of being, no sense of time.
A greater awareness of the things
otherwise not noticed 
clunk, clonk, clink. 

Hervey Bay, 1983

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