23 January 2012
Yasi at her finest – Rachel Harries
Yasi at her finest by Rachel Harries (17)
White ghosts in uniform
Propel the washing line.
The echo of Yasi’s wrath
Whispers with some divine
Gentleness that only the trees
Can capture.
A tinkling wind chime
Long forgotten in branches
Of a young child’s plaything.
The slow breathing crunches
Almost autumn leaves,
Softening the blow
Of summer in the West.
So sing yourself a song
To the cooled night’s beat,
Take Yasi by the hand
And she’ll direct your feet
In a dance of the elements,
Of complexity, of power.
Listen to her exhale
Follow her, watch her soar
See her light up your sky
Think of all she’s done before.
A neighbour’s life flung
Through the night.
We hear only echoes of Yasi’s might.