Seagulls circle side the Lake
How high how low how high
They go
Red beaks Red feet White Wings
Cast shadows
Cross open water
Our slit eyes
Shell pebbled shore line
& squat beat bach
Sentinel
Set back, the scrappy bush
Adrift us
Shimmering through warm air
Rising
Seagulls circling
See
This is today tomorrow as
If only yesterday
The Light, the Sky, Water,
Burnt Macrocarpa
Raw Cicada singing over
The sound of
Seed pods
Fitfully popping
In the Eucalyptus heat
Swoop & flash
Circling gulls signalling