From my balcony on Magnetic Island, I could see the harbour and hear the ferries come in. During the day it was usually hot (with no air conditioning), but in the afternoon it was magic. In this Haiku series, I describe one particular evening, when we had friends over and ate dinner outside. We watched a purple sky and enjoyed the stillness before we embarked on an epic night snorkel.
The arrow points up
From yellow to purple grey
A pastel painting
The wind plays the palms
Like a shadow piano
Strings moving in tone
A sunbird nest hangs
From a low lying tree top
Where bats land to rest
Warm noodles outside
Smoke surrounding the chatter
Brewing sunken life
