I think I always wanted to be here,
by the sea grasses, near the pine trees
that fringe the pale softness of sand.
The sky and sea meet in a narrow brushstroke,
the primary, elemental blue of the Coral sea,
with echoes of turquoise, speedwell blue
with only a few sprays of clouds listening to the gulls,
flying low over the beach, their calls like jagged waves.
A warm breeze carries a light scent of eucalyptus,
burned from the slender leaves of the trees that cluster together,
weaving complex shadows over the sandy pavements.
Big Pacific waves break and froth on the foreshore,
speckled with fragments of shells, and with these sounds
my head lies on the sand and my eyes close,
and I forget myself.