Border Crossing’s Hurrah


The thin mirror film
of a long doodle-shape
landscaped in sedge-banks
of a far redgum-terraced lake
is all Murray water, yet

my open canoe swans me,
all elegant neck and curtsy,
as the still level is panned
to skim across heavy silts
-as fluid lands up this earth -
poured out to the full.

Afloat like a pelican lifted
above border and gravity
to veils of the sky, I am
buoyant on a bow-wave

in light lake-fresh sheets
as this stuff and matter
is transfigured by
an uncreated glow
of refracted sky.

4 January 2000 © Wayne David Knoll
Barmah-Moira Lakes, Murray River, Victorian/NSW Border,