Mike Madriaga 10 a.m., Jan. 20
- Cally Conan-Davies
Four poems by Cally Conan-Davies
From the island of Tasmania
Shelly Beach Sunday
- A girl climbs in the scarred pandanus, a boy
- digs a moat in the sand, a yellow sail
- glides on the swell, gulls and terns hang
- blithe behind the surf, then hit like bombs.
- Banksias hold the dunes. The girl in the branches
- shouts I am king of the castle, you dirty rascal
- and the boy hollows out the shape of his first name.
- From a bench on the clifftop carved in memory of
- Edwin Edwards, 1918–2007, Enjoy His View
- where a southerly onshore wind tangles my hair,
- I see light on the water lift all kinds of blue —
- nacre making a mirror of the hard world’s edge,
- aquamarine in the shallows, sapphire beyond reach.
- A tinny pitches on the swell, bow-backed surfers bob.
- The lucky ones will catch a perfect break
- while those attending to the burning shore,
- in the arms of trees, molding fortresses of sand,
- though sun-dazed, stare faithfully at the sea
- for a shadow on the blue, dark-fused and not our own.
I Like to Stand Apart from You
- and watch the wave wash mirroring your life
- showing all at once in the falling light
- your sturdy body, in gumboots,
- a pad and pencil in your hand,
- and two subtle bodies striking out from you,
- like a sundial gesturing at ten to six:
- your shadow pointing west shows the minute,
- your reflection, now, is the descending hour
- on a clock face, blue and white.
- You look down at the sky
- and the clouds in it.
- We can’t hold back the time
- and so it goes
- and the waves keep coming.
Self-portrait with Luminosity
- The light I find is always enough
- to capture me
- The light I find to wrap a lyric around
- is melody
- The light I find isn’t always kind to me
- Nothing in the sky, nothing in the wires, can account
- for the light I find
- The light I find is a stab in the dark
Love Where It Ends
- (for my daughter)
- the you of now
- the moo of cow
- the crow of black
- a suited dove
- the push and shove
- of trust and blame
- a no can do
- a giant yowl
- in the nick of time
- on the switchback trail
- the holy mooing
- cow of now