meeting place

Goolwa, South Australia

from the other side of the dunes, the 

sea croons, pulling the river closer

our boat grows from bulrushes

is held in place by egret song

leans sideways into its moorings

your shoulders shine wet in the sun

and there are daughters between us

they make tracks in the water:

its darkly amphibious 

secrets—its brightly pleading


later, I taste the river on you

our children rocked asleep

in slanted bedrooms above

the water slapping lewdly below

and the stars are falling to the water

and the lilos are bobbing on their ropes

and we are falling to the river’s song

its searching for the sea

only the birds will know it—

tinkling silver

loud as tears

your body river slick against mine