
Dark clouds amassing:
surfers moan and tourists groan;
storm chasers rejoice.

Dark clouds amassing:
surfers moan and tourists groan;
storm chasers rejoice.

Tiny blocks of land,
Lego houses by the coast—
overhead plane spies.

Far away from land
where all of life seems tiny
God complex reins high

Four o’clock sunrises:
fogging up my camera,
Brisbane humid air.