Across this expanse of lake,
salt hardened and crisp,
you expect to see
emus with their long-legged stride
and other animals whose tracks you’ve seen,
kangaroos, wombats –
honeyeaters and pigeons
because you hear them in the bushes.
And crows fly over the white lake
calling their stark cries.
What you don’t expect to see
is a naked man, tall and loose,
his long limbs walking easily over the lake,
his penis bouncing with his stride.
A dog tags him and you could imagine
they are walking on water
if you weren’t standing
on the hard surface of the lake yourself.
He doesn’t look aside
and you busy yourself
with your easel.
What would you do
if you caught each other’s eye?
The prompt today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is ‘nakedness‘, as a kigo for summer. So one of the first things I thought of was this Coorong poem. I’ve seen lots of lovely natural things while camping but never before a natural man! (and he was lovely!)
We love this part of the Coorong, even though it is usually dry. Or perhaps because it is usually dry. Ervin uses it for his photographs (link here and here) and I wander around photographing and just being awed by the place. We have the best camping spot in amongst tea trees. They are thick, filter the wind and have the most beautiful nooks. Still, oddly, we can’t stay there longer than a few days; we get restless and awkward in our bodies. It’s so beautiful, but you never feel that you can properly rest. Odd.
on the white lake
our moon shadows
Later we found out that it was a perigee moon. No wonder it was so bright.