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“The earth has music
for those who will listen.”

~ George Santayana

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Transparent skies, an azure haze
Those tender, sweet, pellucid days that
Mask the coming summer’s heat
It’s hot and white relentless beat
Of arid wind on face and feet.
Oh, the heart-breaking beauty of springtime’s haze
In those early, soft, enchanting days.

Translucent light, a turquoise sea
My heart so open, loving free.
September – when you came my way
October – when you said you’d stay
November – when you slipped away.
Now I only remember the turquoise sea
Not that empty beach, with only me.

Early winter’s chill has come
Over Capricorn’s blazing sun.
Dark clouds racing to and fro
Shadows lengthening long and slow
Reminding me, I too must go.
Yet I’ll never forget the azure haze
Of our tender, sweet, pellucid days.

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A narrow strip of beach stretches before me. Its white sand warms my feet as its cushion gives way to a wet packed surface near the water’s edge. To the right as far as I can see lie undulating ridges of sand dunes. All are crested with tussocks of spinifex grass holding them firmly against the erosion of wind and water.

On my left is the South Pacific Ocean. I drink in its familiar colours—a glassy turquoise sea—where the horizon becomes blurred in a shimmering haze. Beyond lies the deep expanse of cobalt blue where the seabed drops away. Mirroring the blue below, the sky is laced with weightless clouds.

Closing my eyes I inhale the familiar scent of salt brine. I walk on through the shallows hearing only the drone and splash of the open sea beside me. In this peaceful space I reset my inner compass. Here at the intersection of land and water’s edge, I reclaim the sense of balance that always sustains me.

sleeping tonight
with my hand on your heart
in its steady beat
the roll
of the sea

I dream of shells
salt rinsed, sun bleached
scrolls, fans, spirals
held and admired then
returned to the sea

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a brochure arrives
from Great Keppel Island
underwater scenery
never experienced before
confirms our vacation

We take our place along the side of a glass bottom boat. Everyone aboard is chatting with excitement as we move out to sea. Our tour guide, a young marine biologist, begins his commentary. ‘Look below, at the great variety of life beneath you. Its rich, vibrant colours and multitude of marine life make this reef one of Australia’s major tourist attractions.’

we exclaim over
bright tropical fish
exotic coral formations and
the sheer abundance of
this underwater kaleidoscope

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As we continue to move forward the seabed slowly loses its colour. Everyone grows silent as our guide continues. ‘The first signs of ocean acidity have appeared. You are all aware now that our increased carbon pollution has caused global warming. Because of the run-off of poisons and harmful chemicals from heavy industry, mining and agriculture, the corals are becoming badly affected.’

Stretching below for many kilometres ahead, we see only the bleached skeletal remains of Australia’s Great Barrier Reef. One of the seven wonders of the natural world is dying. A shocked and hushed silence continues for the remainder of our trip.

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Images: courtesy of the Australian Geographic

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to the south
lies a pristine beach
bounded by
sandy shores
and a turquoise sea

lying in rows
on colourful towels
oil-slicked bodies
of sun worshipers
barbeque themselves

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Later we visit the far northern beach. Crude oil, spilled from an off-shore tanker, covers kilometres of sand and rocks. Council workers and volunteers still rake and scrub to remove all the stinking sludge. A colony of pelicans was discovered, covered in oil, unable to fly or forage for food. Members of the Animal Welfare Service collected them and tended to their needs. Of the survivors, six birds are now clean and healthy enough to release back into their habitat.

 Six cages are placed along a clean stretch of beach, facing the sea. A worker stands behind each cage, then slowly raises the front panel and backs away. The pelicans remain motionless. All are silent until one large bird tentatively steps outside. One by one the others follow as the colony slowly approaches the shore. Again the birds wait. Then on some invisible cue, they all race into the water where they swim, dive and fly freely once again.

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I climb round and round close to the outside wall, to avoid the railing as the stair treads narrow about their central post. A semi-circular platform rests high above with glass windows that provide a sweeping view. Counting the last few steps I finally reach the top of the Moreton Bay lighthouse, where I gaze in awe at the ocean below.

the rising sun
an endless pathway
of molten gold

Outside the lighthouse lamp is rotating. I disengage it as there is no need for its warning light. Now the bold red and white stripes of the lighthouse itself will become the beacon. I study the turbulence of the deep waters churning the rocky shore below. The subtle changes in the wind, waves and tides are entered in my log book—these brief markers of the ever transforming seascape that surrounds me.

 ebb tide
a foot print shelters
one tiny crab

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