
Waters be choppy—
battling inner turmoils; still,
sea smiles at the sun.

Waters be choppy—
battling inner turmoils; still,
sea smiles at the sun.

A winter morning
under bare jacarandas:
saluting summer.

Siphoning off joy,
silent fan over my head:
a sterile office.

Single pale white dot
from deep in the western sky
rises with our hopes.

Bravely paperbark
slashes open its old heart
so it grows anew.