BENEATH THE WAVES

 

Someone watches me from the water.

A head bobs in the shallow waves.

Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

A man rises from the waves.

A man in a wet suit.

The yellow spots must have been

a reflection from the sun.

Ouch.

I’m shot.

He shot me with a spear gun.

Too late.

I’m falling.

Will I wake to find

it had been a bad dream?

I hope so.

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.

 

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,

adding to my increasing shivers and fright.

I should not have agreed to come here

in darkness crippling me with fear.

 

Through the lit window, I spot a figure.

The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.

My hand lifts to grasp the railing,

then both my arms are flailing.

 

A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,

leaving the pain behind to smolder.

My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood

as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.

 

I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,

all the while praying that no others are around.

Life of a spy is not an easy one,

like a roller coaster without the fun.

 

Straight ahead stands another figure.

He signals for me not to linger.

My partner opens the passenger door for me.

I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.

WATCHING ME

 

Who is watching me from the water?

Someone is bobbing beneath the waves.

He’s coming closer to shore.

I see eyes.

Yellow eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

Green skin with yellow spots.

I must run.

Before it catches me.

Wait.

A man is rising from the waves.

A man in a wet suit.

All is safe.

Ouch!

I’m shot.

He shot me.

With a spear gun.

Too late.

I’m falling down.

Is this only bad dream?

I hope so.

WATCHING ME

 
Who is watching me from the water?
Something is bobbing beneath the waves.
Is it a person?
It’s coming closer to shore.
Yellow eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
Green skin with yellow spots.
Music from “Jaws” in my head.
My over-active imagination.
I must run.
Before it catches me.
Wait!
A man is rising from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
All is safe.
The yellow spots were only
reflections from the sun.
Ouch!
I’m shot!
He shot me.
He shot me with a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling down.
Will I wake up again?
Was this a bad dream?
I hope so.