Melbourne Sandbar.

Melbourne Sandbar.

Lean into the wind

Counterbalance,

It is compensation

For listening to both sides

Wild in the blowing

Out from the sea

Nothing really matters

Behind glass

But the high tide

Swamps over

The beach volleyball courts

With minimal empathy

For the depth of its infraction

No raising Cain

Can ever be the same

Or as powerful

As the shift in seasons

The coffee smells different

On a cold day

Flotsam on a beach

Protrudes

Like a broken torso

Pulling me back

To the danger

Of forgetfulness

When young men

Died for the hubris

Of devils in darkened rooms

Drinking brandy

Smoking fat cigars

Counting success

In feet and inches

Not in numbers lost

Clouds of angels pass

Overhead

Swept away with a brushstroke

Coffee mornings

In a rainstorm

Were never quite as good

Before the flood

The weather changes

So abruptly

Even as I pause to drink

There is a breakthrough

Water laps against the window

High tides and electricity

A dangerous overflow

Is it safe to stay

For one more

Round of conversation

Or should we go?