SERENADES FROM MANLEY BAY

Soothed
by the photographic silence
of a pristine cove
fragranced
with frescoed sunlight,
a melody of wind
over pulsating water,
(more exotic than tango),
serenades Manley Bay
and the seductive lyricism
of undiluted poetry.

How strangely exhilarating
life’s pleasures can be
in the phoneless universe
of slow motion
and charmed space.

Things can change in a day,
or not at all
like the rhythm of life,
disconnecting and reconnecting
to the certainty
of private dreams
or the uncertainty
of otherness.

Life,
like an unfinished song,
is a blank canvas,
a repository of artistic images
created between selves,
that can only be appreciated
with the benefit of aesthetic
distance and a clear-eyed gaze.

It is ours to own,
and can be transformed
into an acutely beautiful gift
generated by generosity of spirit,
or, without meaning,
can shrivel into
a sub-world of insignificance.


If eternal harmony
is what matters most in our lives,
how fitting the words of George Bernard Shaw:
“Life isn’t about timing yourself.
Life is about creating yourself”.

© JOHN PISCATELLA