Port Arthur 1

Once the neck
led to my holiday home,
where the sand
on a White Beach
stared at a cold blue sea.

Along the road
was a Remarkable Cave
where the angry ocean
attacked a corroding
corridor of rock ...

I appear there still
in a family snapshot,
young and vulnerable,
looking back, aghast,
as water engulfs
its outer reaches
and surges toward me.

Today I sit among the ruins,


Port Arthur 2

I lay in the roofless church
staring up at blue.

My breathing sounds
like the sea.

The sun
warms my convict bones.

I see flags
flying high above the earth's atmosphere.

from eternity.

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