It was a beautiful evening yesterday….perfect temperature. Our view from our restaurant on top of Old Customs House looked out to the bridge, Circular Quay and across to The Rocks. Like always happens, the need for connectedness took over……
With the air cleansed by a balmy nor-easter,
Evening sun-lines are clean and taut
Across gable and façade,
Like a Drysdale without the dust.
Bridge pylons are bold art deco frames,
Glowing granite, incised from the grey.
Though my view is made easier
By wine and conviviality,
There is an echo amongst the city canyons
Of life and lives, the merest fraction of which
Call back to the unnoticed life sounds
(Ears full of cars and buses and trains and bars)
Look back to the deepening blue above
(Hidden in plain sight from the movement
And colour and busyness)
Cry back to what we were, where hope,
Desire and meaning were formed
Out of the passion of God.
So turn from George into Hickson,
See the sharp terrace shadows chopped
Into the salmon-pink and aqua salad
The ferries serve at such twilight times
And ask the questions that hardness of heart
Keeps under lock and key
So that we
Could survive in this convict land.
Mind the step to the landing,
Soul filling with the salt air of more than two centuries,
Always freshening, always strengthening
And ask the questions
Ask the questions.