The Blue Hole of Belize

BLUE MONDAY
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THE BLUE HOLE OF BELIZE

Unknown to generations before us

It gazed, unblinking, up at the sky.

Only from the air is it visible,

That great impossible eye.

Sailors may have guessed at it,

As they crossed the ocean wide,

But they never saw it as we do,

Entire, and side to side.

I wonder if we appreciate

The wonders that we see,

All brought about by modern life

And bold technology.

Now even I can see it,

From the comfort of my chair,

And I can marvel at the fact

That the hole is even there!

I can even dive way into it,

And find the caves below,

All with TV cameras

Putting on a show.

I'm blessed with imagination,

As so, I hope, are you,

And, with such a wonderful gift,

 There's nothing we can't do.

We can swoop from blue to turquoise,

We can dive to darkest black,

We can glide through high cathedrals

And then we can rise back

Into the world of sunlight,

To feel the salt-sea breeze,

Rejoicing in the memory

Of the Blue Hole of Belize.

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LATE ARRIVALS

We were waiting in the theatre.

Hushed was the eager hall

When late arrivals pierced the gloom,

Painting shadows on the wall.

A shaft of light from the doorway

Lit up the silent rows

And the shadow-puppets revealed themselves

In a dark and threatening pose.

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PS

More photos for Ruth. Mike has been immensely lucky with the weather so far. Our summer was very much delayed by the Queensland floods as we caught the tail-end of them in the form of weeks of dull weather, but ever since Mike (my cousin's son from the UK) arrived the weather has been perfect, even a little too hot. Yesterday we had our afternoon tea in King Edward Park.

Here is Mike and the Newcastle sky-line.

   

And here am I relaxing. My sun-hat looks a little like a 1920s cloche! I found these little cloth hats in a pharmacy and I bought three in different colours, because I can roll them up and shove them in a handbag. Floppy-brimmed hats are all very well, but they're a nuisance if the sun goes in. In any case, big hats make me look like a walking mushroom!

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