The tree with the lights in it.

08 April 2019


Summer was washed away by a wet March

The waterfall flowed again
and I moved the dehumidifier around the house
to keep mould at bay

The rainwater tanks overflowed
so we took long baths
and did many loads of washing

Some nights the rain was so loud
I awoke bracing myself
as if my rigid body could
     quiet the thunderous pounding on the tin roof
           prevent our house from sliding into the bay

My thoughts drifting out to the ocean
just there beyond the peninsula

How exposed and puny I felt
to be at the edge of all that turbulent sea.