Margo Ruckert
out on water, the doubts we keep alive
drown in three hundred and sixty degrees of awe
here is liquid country, expect no trees
but the occasional mast to pierce the sky
silk ripples, satin laps against the boat
but you’ve taken away the substance of today
salt, sand and an artefact I’m not supposed
to mention, you’re not allowed to take them
national parks hate people like you
stuffing a blip, ten blips, in their pockets
holiday of a lifetime and you spoil it
for me, a pillow cloud plays with dreams
the sky pitches a sun at us
we’re full speed ahead into light
wind encourages a swell
the Coolong turns in for another night
if only you could see the future
for the seas
seize nothing but peace
in this cooperative of life
© Margo Ruckert 2008
Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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