Quobba Point (24.3954° S, 113.4062° E)
Four thousand miles from Malagasy
Three thousand miles from Serendib
Waves walk the currents to Quobba Point
They barrel into old New Holland
Smooth a plateau of black-backed ledges
But slither off, with nothing to grip
And still cannot make a dry landfall
So they drill under limestone bluffs
Hammer channels through chambers
Squeeze out rock lungs
Make a land whale with moonrock flukes
And narrow chimneyed spouts
Then shoulder charge the continent, blowing power
Inflating spume up wave-worked rifts
Spewing ocean breath into hot Capricorn air
To be snatched by greedy sunlight
Leaving solid vapour falling
Into pocked pools of sea smack
You can stoop and scoop up white horses
Stuff your pockets full of crystal crush
Find it later and taste old Quobba
Sparkle like sea on your fish ‘n chips