Almanac Poetry: ‘Gravel Bay’ – Tommy Mallet




Gravel Bay


It’s late by the time

the ute pulls up in a gravel bay.

I strip and walk into the ocean,

to wash off work and the world.


There’s no moon, the surf’s dropped,

yet in the dark, the shore break sounds superb.


I can’t see the waves coming,

they take a bit to get through,

but on their other side

the ocean is a

slowly shifting black glass

underneath an endless Milky Way.


I drift with the smallest rip,

that could be broken any time,

as if it could not,

just to be taken somewhere vast

and timeless.



Tommy Mallet





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  1. Love it, Tommy.

  2. Kevin Densley says

    I like this! There’s some beautifully clear and evocative imagery here, Tommy.

  3. Peaceful Tommy. The ocean is definitely medicinal.

    Drifting shark bate!

  4. bait.

  5. much enjoyed.

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