Good Friday afternoon sunshine
So friends and I venture out
To the quiet Little Bay
For a late autumn swim
But the full moon and a mighty swell
Have turned the bay filthy, the sea stony grey.
With others we watch
Whirring choppers hover
As life savers and ambos stand ready
We all watch and wait.
At four, the sea is still stormy and savage
But the choppers fly back to their base
Hope, with the sun, fades
We weep, then turn and walk away.
