Emerging Day

I gaze into the porthole.

Sixteen hours, sixteen years,
sixteen thousand kilometres away
there’s an emerging day - a beautiful dawn.

There’s a resonating rasp
raised on cold winds.

A half bitten lip brings comfort
from contemplation.

The euphoria is tangible, tactile.

Good feelings
emanate and translate.

It’s wireless, humorous,
warm and soulful. It’s real. It’s
surreal.

The emerging day leaves a tiny trace,
occupying almost no space.

Janis Joplin wrote

‘When you see a hand
that’s held out toward you,
give it some love,
some day it may be you’.

I'm grey and old,
promise me
tomorrow will begin
with

a beautiful dawn - an emerging day.

This piece is a little free handed and a little free spirited, heavily inspired by a painting I bought recently by a local Surf Coast artist Karren Stoneham in celebration of 60, and riffing on the number 16. Karren’s painting is titled emerging day, it led me to a beautiful dawn. Can you hear James Blunt's opening line in 'High'? And who can’t hear Janis Joplin?

Dream intentionally - while you’re awake.

ps that’s not Stoneham's painting in the image above, there's just something magical about an over-the-water bungalow though - don't you think?