He lives right on the beach;
With an old shoreline that runs through his living room.
And as he sits on the ancient carpet reading,
with the energy in the ebb & flow of the ocean,
he touches the warp & weft of its weaving,
and feels the tension that excites a knowing of more.
The red dingo dog, Nyungar call ‘Dwert’, stares straight at him,
keeping an eye out for stray custodians that care about the lost;
or those that care to listen.
Finally, a past-present-future dissolve.