Dawn at Port Lincoln
touching the pine trees
when move towards
the sea surface
ripples are created.
I saw my weariness washed offshore,
together with shells and debris.
Horizon turned into blue and white
colouring new hope and joy.
Seafarers’ joy and hope
hanging in the fishhook
of the Tuna Polar
made me ruminative over
their joyful memories
in the waters and along the coastline.
Flinders touched the fertile land
where the beauty is unspeakable,
horizon is untraceable,
seafood is unmissable.
Breathing taking view of the port
was hard to lose from sight.
However, I had other promises to make
before loosing myself into spirit of the region.