[Last poem in the 'Under Gulaga' suite. Given its meditativeness, each stanza is in 5-7-5 haiku form. My photo above shows Montague Island from the Narooma breakwater, the bottom photo as seen through the hole of Australia Rock.]
Narooma
Today Gulaga
has her head in cloud, her dark
flanks breathing
in shifting moods
of mist or rain.
At Australia Rock
the selfie transforms
five Asian women's faces
into happiness.
The eastern view
from the lookout is layered
in charcoal greys, sky,
ocean one mono-
chrome canvas touched up
by immanence
of breeze and squall,
Montague Island
a sudden black slash
on a quiet
breathing pulse
of webbed grey-green
*
At the pier
the turning tide swirls in
rapid runs
of vortexed water
topped with sudden jumps
of small white fish.
A seal's fin
briefly elbows the surface.
Indifferent,
a stretched cormorant
sticks to its drying pole.
An old man
brings his novice
angler wife
a chair
*
The overwhelming
stillness of a swing
in an empty
playground, of seals
basking on solar boulders,
cameras clicking.
A light shower
in from the sea always
soughing its silence,
its deep presence,
invisible inner horizon
calming traffic,
this
busy
mind
memengineering 