Seagulls circle side the Lake

How high how low how high

They go

Red beaks Red feet White Wings

Cast shadows

Cross open water

Our slit eyes

Shell pebbled shore line

& squat beat bach


Set back, the scrappy bush

Adrift us

Shimmering through warm air


Seagulls circling


This is today tomorrow as

If only yesterday

The Light, the Sky, Water,

Burnt Macrocarpa

Raw Cicada singing over

The sound of

Seed pods

Fitfully popping

In the Eucalyptus heat

Swoop & flash

Circling gulls signalling

This article first appeared in Issue 20, 2018.
Posted 5:37pm Thursday 16th August 2018 by Randall Parsons.