Mystery bay

In February we spent ten days at Mystery Bay on the New South Wales far south coast. It's a beautiful area and I found writing there very pleasurable. Here's an evening image taken from the cottage we stayed in.

A poem that resulted:

the little ones

a flock
of tight knots

brown
gerygones

drubbing on
lathes of the decking

like rubber bullets
ricocheting

little fists
of children

each vector
of forces

arriving and
then leaving

empty

not as it was
before they came

but changed,
a stage

whereon the piece
took place

and the little
ones

moved on

And I find the image below a very hopeful one - approaching a rise on an open track, a soulful lifting and sense of space. The black cockatoos love this area, swaying in the banksias and strafing in flocks. Near the headland north of Mystery Bay, on the way to Corunna Lake.