Waiting for the Moon (@Mooloolaba)

On Saturday afternoon Jo and I went down to body surf at Mooloolaba. I took my camera to take some photos of the moon rise. There were clouds and we're still waiting. But poetry was there for catching in the  sweet, salt air.

Waiting for the Moon 

Filling in the countdown to the sunset

Hiding in waves that roller-coast to shore

Laughing, they touch gently in the shallows

In an afternoon that glows like Evermore

Salt and sand wash away like seasons

Lips part as shadows flee the fire

And join with moisture to a moment

In a dream that satisfies desire

Then they walk the beach littered with lovers

And stars, reflecting cows eyes from a spoon

And then patient as summer in the autumn

They paint the sky while waiting for the moon.

(c) Rob Swales