Between Townsville and Tasmania
there is every conceivable season
now that the rules have been lost –
my route north thirty years before
faced airline upset – home to roost
and other such haggard platitudes
sit at the brink of my old thoughts –
a recall of North Shore, Sydney where
I wrote my first unfinished novel –
the green opulence under verandahs –
but still a whiff of being at the edge –
But not until Cairns did I finally trip