a place to inspire a dreamy or musing state...

finding 

these orange thongs 

left sitting on the stairs 

into the pool at 

Bronte Beach 

on Monday

somehow seemed

to signify 

one was entering 

a sacred space... 

leaving ones shoes 

at the doorway

as a mark of respect

perhaps years ago

I became attached

to this place 
when visiting sydney

for many
a reason -

living in melbourne 

from '88 to '00

on return from

london was not

a difficult adjustment 

considering climate 

and geography -
but one thing 
missed living 
so far south after 
growing up 
in the sub-tropics
was this sensuality 
of summer swimming and 
abundant shades of aqua,
blues, greens,
 greys and blacks
that the water 
would shift in and out of
as the days became nights 
became days
 and the 
weather cast its vote.

hours of reverie 

and lazy times 

given to the 

company of friends, 

books and  

saturation for the senses.

...drawing the water, 

noticing the 

movement of light and 

seeing more,

over time,

more and more,

over years, 

learning to 'see'

the microcosmos 

and macrocosmos.

leaving the teaming 

city behind for the 

most private of 

dreaming 

spaces

and yet

not

held 

in 

awe...

a 

pool

so

quietening

and yet 

in a place

so part 

of the fabric

of a 

larger

world 

to be stilled 

by a place

so urban,

so visited,

so loved...

so shared.

a quiet mystery

that one could be 

so absorbed, 

so deeply enchanted.

That one's

private

world could be

richly fed

when 

so surrounded 

by a multiplicity of 

others

and their dreamings

and musings and laughter 

and sorrows.