Oysters lace low tide rocks
Ducks try luck boat to boat
Breeze rises gently along the bay
Yachts rouse
but hang like cocoons at moorings
Mist seeps and peels on
calm still tide
Lush ferns hang from shaded rocks
Early sun diffracts in ascending mist
Glare booms to light the valley
Reflections flicker in honeycombed overhangs
Three gulls challenge ducks for handouts
Sun burns the neck and warms the back
Sip hot tea and consume the peace.
Note: Written 14/4/2005 when lucky enough to be on a houseboat on the Hawkesbury River NSW for a week.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem