5 January 2011, 10am or perhaps a little later. Art Café in Katoomba, Blue Mountains, New South Wales.
We had a lunch there the previous day and decided to come back for breakfast. This is how it happened: an unexpected encounter with John whose photographs hang on the walls of the café. We had a good chat. We had a good time. John offered us a beautifully published book of his poems. And this is one of them:
THE PHOTOGRAPHER
With a gentle heart
I sit sanguine in the sun
winking waves
bursting
to puncture the stillness
the water’s music
composed
on the script of the tide
In the neap
supple swaying algae
calm and sinous
caress sandstone
tumbled to the sea
Shaded from the intense light
on a moss covered mound
the camera searches
a frozen moment
the waitingness
delicious with anticipation
From a subconscious refuge
mysterious processes of my mind emerge
struggling for rational comprehension
of our anthropocentric universe
John Clark
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