This paradise, this wilderness,
Pristine, aquamarine sea,
Kiss the rock pools and sandy inlet.
The wind gently says welcome to the shoreline.
Two grass heads speak to each other while the others listen.
The circlets of rocky outcrops,
silent, keeping secrets of eons,
stand tall but small,
Heeding the call of the mighty promontory in the distance.
Mesmerised, I see the serpent of creation, floating above the clear blue sea.
And in the distance two figures meandering, along the wide curving hoop of the beach,
Prompt and bring me back to now.
All this while , I sit here scribbling these words.
—3 November 2015