Peter Bakowski

(15 October 1954 - / Melbourne / Australia)

At Brunswick Heads, New South Wales, September 2006 - Poem by Peter Bakowski

The river is brown-hued, wide.

In its shallows small black fish appear,

hyphens of life,

pleasing barefoot children.

The river is pelican-ushered to the sea. .



The beach curves south to a crop of hills

where a white lighthouse stands,

its spiralling stairs now climbed

by camera-burdened tourists.

In the sky, there’s a small plane, silver-bellied,

gone when you turned

to a Ruth Rendell paperback.



This coastline asks you to name yourself,

fisherman, beachcomber, surfer, retiree,

to examine whether you’re more than that.



A gull,

eases from rock to sky,

becomes a speck and miracle

to a small boy, a sandcastle lord,

standing sandy-kneed, squinting.



The wind, the waves, play their games of give and take,

the horizon searches its deep pockets

for the makings of tomorrow’s weather.



(from Beneath Our Armour)


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012



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