Cyclone Coast

I gently carry a tiny shell,

Leaving it on the shore – unbroken.

But do not be deceived.

Those twisted cables and smashed pylons,

Those scattered pavings and protruding timbers offshore,

They also are my work.

Skilled engineers plan and build tall jetties kilometres out to sea,

Believing they will withstand my different moods.

Time will tell.

Another Bobby, Alby or Vance will come,

And your pride will be tested once more.