Poetry

Light Plane over Sydney Cove

Margaret Bradstock

Crossing the Blue Mountains
    soon after dawn
the air like torn canvas
you stretch the limits of reflected light
promontories reaching out
    the Harbour glimmering.

Those Dubbo mornings
flying back from Emergency
the nightshift routine
of work, sleep, eat, repeat ...
    broken and restless for harbours.

Cupping the city
in the curve of your hands
you photograph the moment
    the propeller’s beat.