On Nowa Nowa Arm

of Nowa Nowa Arm

where ancient spirits

watch and protect

herons strut

with long-legged grace

along the water’s

verdant edge

and plovers, diligent

nod and peck

at tasty morsels on the

lakeside beach

while swans and cygnets

glide serenely past in

familial peace.

The kingfisher darts

from observation branch

down to the water a blue

range flash

as a sea eagle soars

in the cloud pocked sky

scanning the scene for a

morning catch

and in the tall trees

of the forest around

bush birds call their busy

refrain

and we pass by

a moment in time

yet know we must return

again.