18 Equatorial IAN McBRYDE
Unbidden, I still dream of the sea.
That calm, unreal beach, the palms
nodding, fatigued by heat, already
asleep by noon. Waves breaking
quietly open, the light flat and vast,
precise. Each time I am here
the sand has moved a bit more inland.
The terrain changes while I am away.
What never alters is [that] ripple of beach
to the east, that indistinct shimmer
where it curves into dream distance.
Something is coming, growing slowly
closer. It has all names and no name,
its shape changed, its image shifting
from one visit to the next. Sometimes,
despite myself, it even looks like me.
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Click here for a reading by Ian McBryde of Peter Goldsworthy's poem "After Babel," followed by this poem.
Click here for a video of the Melbourne premiere of Leonard Lehrman's setting, Jan. 5, 2002.