poetry

unseen danger

unseen danger

after looking dubiously at the sepia water
of the nearly still creek
I went back and asked
is it safe for swimming?

oh, yeah
the owner nodded
I’ve been swimming in it all my life
the crocs are just in saltwater
20ks away

approaching a second time
I got in enough to launch a canoe
all the better to appreciate
how the water was thick like molasses
(perfectly natural, filled with nutrients)
but it wasn’t the water that put me off
it was the impenetrable darkness of it
not knowing what was beneath
the inscrutable surface

hours later
when we came across the six-foot-long python
unhurriedly examining the chicken coop
a short ways from our tent
I did not regret having saved my dip
for the pure cold clear swimming pool,
unmistakably empty before I entered

poetry

Words You Won’t Need on Your Tropical Holiday

Words You Won’t Need on Your Tropical Holiday

when the air sweeps
a swell of eucalyptus scent
inside your valise
here are some bon mots
you can leave behind:

crisp
brisk
sleet
snow
blustery
chilled
cozy
frost
blizzard
ice (well, you may want to save this one for cocktails…)
rime
biting
freezing
frozen
drift
icicle
snowman
raw
frigid
hail
cool
sled
sleigh
scarf
mitten
muffler
jumper
overcoat
hot cocoa
hot toddy
fire
snug

trust me –
you’ll have no need to utter
any icy sounds

poetry

December in Queensland

December in Queensland

Away in a Manger crackles
under an invisible Southern Cross
and full-lit half moon
while the maniacal kookaburras
and blood-curdling bush stone-curlews wail
accompanied by the occasional flaps and crashes
of overgrown fruit bats dangling from the trees
and once in a blessed while
the slightest sigh of breeze

it’s December in Queensland
so far from home

poetry

The Platypus Band

The Platypus Band

They say in Eungella
‘midst the river and sand
when darkness descends
and night cools the land
‘tis then that you’ll hear
what you can’t understand
no your ears don’t deceive you
it’s the Platypus Band.

It starts nice and calm
yes, perhaps a bit bland
til bats flood the sky
and the moment’s at hand
when wings beat the darkness
the duck-bills will jam
and belt out their anthem
We’re the Platypus Band!

Oh you may think it’s quiet
in the hills of Queensland
with only the creek’s lilt
to sing to a man
oh I doubt you’ll believe
til you hear it firsthand
those monotremes in stereo
they’re the Platypus Band!

poetry

farmstay vs. caravan park

farmstay vs. caravan park

after a string of caravan parks
here we are
camped on a farm
and we all go loose and easy
with room to run and kick a ball
and the great big sky of stars
arching over us
bright enough you can name them
even through the tent screen
and the dark’s black enough
to be able to slip into sleep
whenever you’re ready

crickets keep up a drone
so different from generator
and the highway’s a quiet whisper
in the distance
as the night lengthens the heat here actually ebbs –
at last we’ve found a place where sleep brings cool

over by the office Tilly the kangaroo dreams
her long hind limbs splayed in visible peace