beyond the glass, rain intensifies in sheets wild by light poles and car yards, stammer of traffic as we huddle the dinner’s remnants and restless chandeliers. one eye on the conditions we’re counting umbrellas (1) considering desserts (4) sticky, drunk, deep fried, pronged with sparklers and how poetry elevates everyday language the crackle of electrics and lit. things. weather app shows mint and mango zones rolling over our coast shows renewed river rises floods flood floods water down the water glass. we shrug into cardigans and summer throw-overs tarry at the entrance the waiter in silk pyjamas bows, hands together — sawadti kha diners Buddha says appearances are an illusion — yet here we are beguiled the puddled carpark the servo, native grasses tall as the tanami in spring a way through to the cemetery roses heavy heads before the rain.
Image: Photo by Jolly Yau on Unsplash. Sawadti (pronounced with long last syllable) – is a Thai greeting, farewell and generic blessing; the Tanami is a desert in north west central Australia; and Jasmine Rice is a Thai restaurant in Wollongong, ‘almost an institution in this town’ some say: not that you need all this explanation.
This poem was written on unceded Wodi Wodi land.