by Carl Walsh

i.
glamour of mid-morning sun
fibro shacks lean into hawkesbury

sailboats ride anchor
half-sunk from last night’s rain

mud blooms into water
buoys mark out shallows

girls keep their vessels close

ii.
train in waiting
wondabyne bolts hold rocks at bay

thinking about bush skies
on green that floods to water’s side

have cast down my novella
water dripping down rock cut

assemble thoughts like lego
as signal fails

and

iii.
creek flush with flood sinks under
tunnel into darkness

all our darknesses
almost always, there’s an end

an opening that dispels reflection
dispels noise of train pulling

sends shatter of light
into the heart of hills