Gold Coast Life
There are no soft, dewy sunrises here.
No mist that rises, between islands of trees.
No shy wallabies that graze on rich lawns,
to secretly flee- as the farm-house fills
with sounds of cluttering coffee cups
and cheery morning chatter.
I miss the gentle exodus as their mauve-grey
hides, blend into lilac- bark.
Here, there is the sound of waves breaking.
The daily march of exercisers that trek
on the edges of a sunrise sea.
The distant hum of traffic where,
high rises pierce a skyline hung with gulls.
The beach stretches away but I see
civilization has encroached.
I walk with all the others wishing
for my own secret exodus.
Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse. A resident of Hawaii, USA she was born in Tasmania. She now has time to pursue her passion for writing poetry, creating collages and for traveling.