I wake to a cacophony of sound.
I surf this roar semi-conscious, demi-aware,
my ears frail as shells on foreign beaches.
Sulphur crested, red and white tailed waves,
Kookaburra laughter rolling me over;
rousing me, and breaking upon me.
My eyelids are heavy. They rise like the sun,
swollen and lazy, gorging on the night.
Light brims over the horizon of my
mourning mind, I shed tears of sleep and sit
up to greet the day, up to meet the sun.
I stand, still dreaming of beaches, of seas.
Oceans of red sand no ship may cut through.
I am on the coast, back to the ocean.
Gum nut trees and grinning parrots, parched earth.
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