Before me they unfold
from upturned pencil palms and ironstones,
through khaki tussocked drinking-straw grasses,
both flaunting coyly with timeless eyes,
rolled out as if some ancient mariner’s charts
were left amongst the pristine sand and ivory surf,
a panoramic palette of navy, royal and soft grey blues
to silver-brilliant steel and turquoise marine,
the basking rendezvous where
both oceans kiss and lose their names,
beneath man’s brilliant pulse
they shun the pole
another lifetime’s world from here.
© Graham Sherwood Australia 2008
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