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The Back Window, Kiama

sgmcinerney600
Jun 22
1 min read

A morning soaking in the windowpane

like a photograph, dripping with ablution

from its last bath, and lifted to the line;

details drying in their resolution -

wattle; mountain sloping to the ocean;

six lorikeets who've drifted off the plain.

The scene emerges after early rain

alive in the wintry sunshine.

These are the mornings that I love the most -

to watch all this, warm coffee in the palm,

a pile of books, the plump, unopened post -

at ease with what has been and what's to come;

grandparents with grandchildren strolling past,

as if they couldn't come to any harm.

SG McInerney

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