Poem Category: Australian

cabin door
tea mug warm in my hands…
warm going down

ebb tide…
the seas and skies
of the rock pools

a frog plopped…
taking its sound
to deep water

late night party…
our neighbour today
shy on the stairs

just gone noon–
our unpacked picnic
on the gingham cloth

just above the slime
a gentle breeze
lifts the gold leaf

along this track
in the tight wire fence
a half moon

moon lit skins
I hold from
touching her few freckles

the long pond ripples–
my under-arm flip
of the flat-stone

just plopped…
the pond gathered in
around the frog