Looking Back

Looking Back 

In this room 

of solitude and silence

there is a small window

it is so close to a red brick wall

it doesn't even catch the rain,

but I can see the colour of the sky

passed the cabbage tree, 

and hear the bird song.

If I stand really close

and  shut one eye

I can just see the ocean

and the silhouette shape of the headland through the shrubbery,

but instead 

I prefer to

look at the red brick wall

it reminds me of Chandos Street.

Avie.