South of the Equator could: South of the Equator could feel like leaning in to overhear a landscape breathing. We can almost taste the river‑mint, feel the weight of heat pooling between gum‑tree shadows, and hear the lorikeets breaking the morning open. It’s a piece that may hold memory, distance, and belonging close enough for us to feel their pulse.
Some pieces feel like sitting: Some pieces feel like sitting down with an old friend; unhurried, familiar, and quietly full of wonder. This one is perhaps soft edges and clear moments, the kind you tuck away to remember on a long afternoon. We don’t need to rush; just settle in and let it unfold at its own easy pace.
Hopefully this poem draws: Hopefully this poem draws reading into a quiet threshold where confusion doesn’t vanish but softens, making room for a gentler understanding. Through shifts between tangible detail and abstract reflection, it could lead us through moments that feel at once strange and familiar, like discovering hidden doors between rooms we’ve always known. Rather than chasing definitive answers, the poem tries to settle into the companionship of uncertainty, and suggest that meaning can hold its shape even when the lines refuse to be straight. Perhaps it comes close to achieving this.
Snappy enough to scroll past: Snappy enough to scroll past and still cop a chuckle.
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In this poem we each sift:
In this poem we each sift sand, scan rockpools and listen to the surf, all of us chasing a single elusive shell. Our intertwined voices turn a simple question into a quiet meditation on search, shape and the spaces that define us. No spoilers—just an invitation to lean into the salt breeze and join the hunt.
I am as enchanted by this: I am as enchanted by this poem in the same way as the first poems I ever read during my adolescence. I have kept it open in my browser since mid-morning (and it is now 1:18pm EST). One of the compensations with which my old age and declining health have been blessed is to have been able to see this great outpouring of your Poetry and, especially, this particular Poem.