The tide turns (Kalbarri) Poem by David Barnes


Sea-weed half exposed washes
across sharp serrated rocks –
sways and swirls, sways effortlessly,
slips against, over them, indifferent
as tawny coiled sea-snakes twist
in rapid frenzied motion with the sea –
shadows that fade at dusk, submerge
unharmed with the tide.

© debarnes August 2003 -06
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