A summer moment
Bob Dylan sang
like only he can
and the happiness
flooded me as I sat
and drank beer
on our verandah
in the realm of
the setting sun.
-A.S. Jan 2021, South Hobart.
The old tent and Barn Bluff. Hasselblad 500CM, Delta 100, Apr 2023.
Birth Mother
The streetlight burns yellow
Brings the dancing rain into focus
The mountain behind, she glows
There stands kunanyi, the birth mother.
Wrangling with all kinds of bulls,
The cowboy tips his hat,
Perfect teeth in the break of that smile,
Before he begins his life or death dance
With the horned animal that is much bigger
Than himself.
Ride the devil, ride the wind
Ride the bull, as it sees red, red, red.
Grab it by the horns and spread your legs
Ride the bandit till there is no red left.
Justice is a dangerous thing
It makes us believe we are right
In whatever we choose to deliver.
It’s the second edge to the sword
We call Liberty, it’s the ability
To wound as well as to lift,
To counter it, we need a shield,
One that defends against fear.
The streetlight burns yellow,
Accentuates the smudge on the
Sunroom’s window, as I stare out
To the street, the street that starts
At the foot of the mountain,
Great Kunanyi,
The birth mother.
-A.S. Jan 2021, South Hobart.
Echo Point Hut, Lake St Clair. Hasselblad 500CM, Delta 100, July 23.
Forgetfulness
Where do the memories go?
One minute they are there
Then they are gone
Slipped down to the abyss.
I wonder if there is a
Collective pool of memories
Where they swim like
Little fish in a big pond,
And whether some
Memories act like big fish
That want to swallow
The little ones.
When our deeds are done
What will remain?
When our consciousness is done,
Will our memories dissipate?
-AS. Jan 2021, South Hobart.
See through canvas- nearly waterproof! Hasselblad 500CM, Delta 100, Apr 2023.