Glistening in the morning like flesh
We part their folds as we explore the gorge
Rock hopping like wallabies
Until we find the waterhole of choice
A crystal clear pool bounded by bright cliffs
And ghost gums, brolgas in the higher branches
Eyeing us wary as we strip off and splash
In the cold mineral tang, a balm on our dry skin
We emerge dripping on warm stone
Sun drying us with its towel-like reach
We are as children, naked and unashamed
This morning our pristine beach
© shaun patrick green 2011
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