Music Man
On a Broome beach
I’m staring at the horizon
seeing in the sea
black shapes
he passes uncaring
floating, strumming
his two naked children dancing behind
dispelling despondency
banishing bleakness
I follow like a child of Hamlin
barefoot on grass he sits
and plays for the moment
for his children caring
not for the madness of mankind
not for fashion, folly, possessions
kneeling, worshipping
in songful celebration
of the sinking sun
today.
