The Bee Hut (6 page)

That will come

When I call

A wild sea

I will hear

And smell

Like a lover finally

Climbing

In the window

I would never open

A wild sea

Coming wave after

Blue-black wave

For me.

Oh my valley of briny vision

Take me

In your salty arms!

Let my own soul's tide

Rise and Flood

And rejoice.

* * *

How can I write

On water?

Do the fish

Do the giant squid

Read?

How can I write

On water?

There is only

One mortal place

Left

No angel is ever

Unadorned

To go before

His maker.

VIEW FROM
417

The sky – twilight sky –

is a wisping blue

friendly and unearthly

I'm not sure where I am

The buildings my window

lets in

have an art deco look

of white flat squares

with art deco design

flourishes

exorbitantly flamboyant

for a hospital room

landscape

Something in me

despite everything

can't believe my luck

26
November
2008
,
Mercy Private Hospital, Melbourne, Room
417