Written on a trip to Antarctica in 1996

Iceberg free floating
crystal whiteness deeply carved
emotive beauty

Huon River scenes

Majestic they move
the river still, mirror-calm
two black swans gliding

Clouds filling the sky
clouds patterned in the water
cloud beauty moves me

Motor bikes roar past
a dog erupts in frenzy
stillness then returns

Quiet. The stillness all enfolding.
Quiet. Still. Silent.
Listen to the sound
of the wind in the trees,
the waves on the shore,
the grass on the hill;
Water trickling between the rocks;
Listen to the birds;
Listen to the sounds
In the quietness, when all is still.