A cathedral attracts me
Day by Day
To find the way light
I see gaps of darkness
How I long
For my garden
Waves in ponds
Bridges suspended over
Of a garden in water.
Lotuses form lilies
Whispering to me
Mocking my blindness as
I look through glasses,
See strange tints
I think you would have painted the cane
And built a garden in tropical terrain.
Your canvas would have contained the Ulysses
Fleeting life frozen on canvas.
You would have captured the Misty Mountains at every time of day
The golden gumboot would not have been your choice.
You would have liked a hut I see on the way to Cardwell
Or a tiny church I know that’s tucked away in the cane.
You might have spent some time camping on Dunk Island
And joined their artist’s colony.
You would have wandered the beach when you were blind
And listened to the songs of the dugong out at sea.
(c) June Perkins
I shared this poem once before, but only the first part. I began to speculate what would happen if Monet came to North Queensland.