Wilson Island, Queensland

In the darkness of night mainland can feel far
The sky is so immense with millions of stars.
Pondering the universe relaxing in the hammock
Hearing the distinctive crunch of sand and rock.

As turtles search for the exact place to nest
Hauling exhausted bodies, but no time to rest.
A chamber dug, eggs laid then covered with sand
Ocean return, babies safe in the womb of land.

Multitudes of turtle tracks can be seen at sunrise
With the occasional remains of a seabird’s demise.
Bait fish morph and swirl like clumps of seaweed
Fins of small sharks spied enjoying a morning feed.

Paddle board possible but a kayak we did take
To slowly explore and the island circumnavigate.
The underwater sights enticed us to submerge
With snorkel and flippers another world did emerge.

Slowly absorbing the wonders of our surrounds
Inhale and exhale of breath being the only sound.
Surreal colours and shapes of vast coral gardens
Edged with their skeletons, bleached and hardened.

Awed by turtles swimming with such grace
Despite their heavy armour of a carapace.
Lulled watching the anemones rhythmically wave
As the spiny crayfish crawl into their daytime cave.

Made it out to the Wilson bomme as per our wish
Exhilarated to have observed hundreds of fish.
Butterfly, Parrot, Angel and Trumpet
Snapper, Emperor, Damsel & Sergeant.

Enjoying serenity away from the worlds troubles
Calmed by our reassuring stream of air bubbles.
Amazingly such pleasure is within easy reach
But now we have to venture back to the beach.

Cheese platter and wine devoured on the deck
Contemplating our experience on this tiny speck.
Time has flown, we’re to head back to the coast
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