Postcards from the North
I ate oranges and didn’t know they tasted like sunsets from Castle Hill.
I
Summer
Dear K.
Far North Queensland is lovely and so lush, I couldn’t imagine,
And I miss you.
And when it is too hot to not swim,
And a flock of seagulls fly lazily
To a searing chip,
Think of Cairns,
And my air-conditioned heart, wishing
On a photograph of home.
Nick
II
States
Dear M., D., & L.
FNQ is dreamier than I imagined.
To think,
I ate oranges and didn’t know
They tasted like sunsets from Castle Hill.
To know,
I steamed broccoli and couldn’t feel
Their fronds cover and cook Borderline Beach.
Nick
III
Swimmers
Dear M.H.
FNQ is incredible. I haven’t felt this peacefulness in a while:
My eyes are rubbed raw
As pink dirt
Between the woody mountain
And the stinging sea.
Nick
IV
Photos
Dear R.
FNQ is breathtaking. I am free and inspired by bright greens.
We passed Tully, exposed to rain, saw sugar steam
Fly over the green, and tasted the sweet
Drops through the window
And camera screen.
Nick
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Lullabies
Dear V.
There are many beautiful birds in FNQ,
They sing with their hearts and loudly.
It’s beautiful to sleep with their song:
As the kookaburra snaps a death adder
In its jovial jaws, so the olive-backed sunbird
Cleaves the humid night with its
Flavourful song.
Nick
VI
Mountains
Dear M.L.
FNQ is very pretty! Am warm and relaxed.
The emerald hills speak their own language, of
Semaphore or scent I don’t know, but
I suspect if they are bilingual, it is with
The language of the vigorous sea.
Nick
VII
Storms
Dear J.
You’ll be delighted to know that
As we reached Tully, it began to rain.
Pressure is so low up here that
Clouds beach themselves like seals or gibbons
Over the green hills,
And deflect their floating tails
On the sky’s pools.
Nick