Magic

Magic

Above my favourite fishing spot in southern Tasmania – sheer magic, and light-plays of the most entrancing kind

2nd draft Shouting out into empty … better but …

SHOUTING INTO EMPTY

I’m trying to shout
alone
To shout out
 loud
But not one 
        faint echo ...
No
   sound to
reverberate or resonate or
  simply murmur
Shouting out 
loud  into empty 
Is not easy

words string out and float away
 away
away
bubbles, pipe-streamer
   bubbles, small, floating,
      spinning,
Trying to touch, to find,
seeking 
         infinity
Are YOU there
Are you
Somewhere out there 
lurking
 hiding in the shifting 
      space between

in the void 
that islands me, you behind screen and wire and
            wave?
Fingers tap tap tapping
         rhythms crying to be sung
I SHOUT my slow winged words, searching
        for the tune to flow them ...
Do you hear?
Does your hand
reach out to gently catch
them, to 
    capture them
As they drift, 

before they fade, 
             as they
die 
       in silence?
I shout myself
at you
I shout the form that shifts
       in the haze,
     that fades into time
That leaves
          no echo, 
               no trace
no 
    sound
When I shout out loud
into empty …