Crossing the Heads
By John Egan
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‘It is a gift to take time to notice, and another to bring one’s observations into creative verse. John Egan does both with craft and conciseness. He peacefully explores his world in all its potential and limitations. It is this note of quiet, unruffled integrity that makes his poetry a pleasant reading experience. We are fortunate t
John Egan
John Egan is a Sydney poet who also lives on the south coast of NSW. He was a high school teacher of English for twenty-two years and second master of Bankstown Grammar School for nine years. Later he taught English as a foreign language and university preparation courses at the University of NSW, Wollongong University College and Newcastle University, as well as English and Business Communication at JDW Business College. He retired in 2013. His first chapbook was published by the Melbourne Poets Union and Ginninderra Press have published four full collections, eighteen chapbooks and three collaborations. He considers himself a poet of memory and the sea, but also writes of the natural world, the urban environment and social issues.
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Crossing the Heads - John Egan
Crossing the Heads
John Egan
Ginninderra PressCrossing the Heads
ISBN 978 1 76041
376
7
Copyright © text John
Egan
2017
Author photo:
Peter
Egan
Front cover photo: Sea N Head set cliffs vertical © Taras Vyshnya
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First published
2017
by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015 Australia
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
In memory of my father Maurice (Morrie) Egan (1923–2007), who first taught me
to
read
and aroused my interest in literature.
‘…the hovering sky and the hydrofoil and a lick of
the
sea
till you’d swear it was Venice and, hell, here it’s only Sydney…’
John Couper, ‘Crossing the Bridge’
Contents
Crossing the Heads
Acknowledgements
Also by John Egan and published by Ginninderra Press
Crossing the Heads
Crossing the Heads
No swell through the heads tonight,
the harbour flat as stale champagne,
memory leaving a sunlit beach.
The Queenscliff churns to the south of Manly,
scissors a course, the black abyss,
the bulk of George’s Head, starboard no stars,
not a light among the bush and cliff.
Stand on the point of the bow, lean forward,
watch the ship’s forefoot
pressing
down
as if it asks a question, just to smash
the answer into chaos in
its
wake
.
A geometry of ripples spreads
a
face
across the water, swirls and eddies
to a texture that carpets the blackness
into ridges. The wind builds sand tracks
in a pattern that
the
ship
,
like a tractor, pushes into furrows.
Beat upharbour, beacons green
and
red
,
bend and twist the channel, align
the starlight and the
neon
city
.
Irregular the intervals between,
passing one, the next slides
into
view
,
like the seasons or the numbered calendar
of days. What lies below the surface? Faces
looking down, faces
peering
back
.
We are here, turning south of the green
at fourteen knots, north of bays and darkness,
the track of navigation lights, the rolling pulse
of diesels driving to
the
red
.
What highway this? Why embarked
a lonely voyage into night? Why
this
ship
,
headlands and harbour light?
Our course is set by chart and bearing,
the foot of wilderness, this far crossing,
the wide Pacific gapes away to the world
and we are sliding towards
a
neat
,
new berth, light-swept wharves, silent,
welcome as a warm
hotel
,
but
what new port and what strange night?
The Ferry
Tonight
the wind scatters stars
among the
ghost
gums
and the light years.
The Milky Way’s a river.
The wide universe
engraved with lights
for navigation,
the channels and the beacons.
Stars in torrents
and tributaries in surge.
Old suns swing
their probes and light shafts,
lighthouse galaxies,
the headland stars
shimmer and sweep
in the waves.
Time is a ferry
that glides downstream,
the farthest reaches,
the
surest
flow
.
The river and the stars
that steer the years,
highways to the tides
of the
gathering
sea
.
Coal Ships at Newcastle
From Throsby Basin to Pirate Point,
past Nobby’s Head, their spawning grounds
the
sea
,
bulk ships lumber in. Empty, obese,
the monsters roll beside the
city
,
red
on bulwark hulls, colliers and black ships
breakwater-sheer rise from the
arching
sea
.
They swing to the Hunter’s northbound channel
like bastions flanked by tugs, tall as castles
walking in the street, they drum and shudder
slowly by to Kooragang to gorge
on
coal
.
Gale-lashed, Pasher Bulker,
riding
high
–
ballast emptied hours too soon – too light
to steam for the open sea, her single screw
churned to grip and headway lost,