'Island Time' by Cath Kenneally | States of Poetry SA - Series Two

banded bumble bees already at work
by 6 am in the rosemary

slaters still hovercrafting over the bathroom floor
not realising the sun’s up

not a shrug of wind in the garden
the surface of the sea
taut-stretched grey marle


yesterday, the pair of sea eagles
flew above the car, keeping pace
for a bit as I drove

an escort of black-and-whites
on your way, ma’am
nothing to see here