Graham Nunn: STANDING AT THE WINDOW

Great unbound stretches of water and sand fold in and out of each other. With muscular grace tall palms throw their shadows across the park. The swing set creaks beneath the children’s squeals. Chip packets, cans and broken glass shine like ticker-tape. Cars are parked on both sides of the street. Some facing north, some south. And I stand alone . . .

silent –
a river of conversation
goes out with the tide

by Graham Nunn

Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

first published in Measuring the Depth, 2005