The Ballet Boat

Yes, it was still hazy, smoky, muffled.


But breakfast out was definately in order,
due to cabin-fever and the fact that it was
Saturday and that hallowed event always brings
a quirky so what? to our plans.


This riverside cafe is not far from our home
and we took our seats overlooking the misty air above the water.
Sipped melt in the mouth coffee,


fed our children iced tea, eggs, toast soldiers,

pink lemonade and pancakes doused with syrup,


which is clearly best licked directly off the knife, as M2 would no doubt inform you.


Then, because we had already been so deliciously reckless that we might as well continue,
we went for a stroll.


Just as it was beginning to rain we hopped onto a passing bumboat,


and made our slow, grand way up the shiny green canal.



And then the sky tipped.


Dramatic sheets of water bucketed around us.


But which did nothing to dull the sight of this finery.



An air of expectation unfolded,


as a surreal sense of the unreal dawned.
We were seated under the brim of an eerily close sky
which drew the curtains on this city stage
to a quietly soft and faded version of itself.



If Singapore's usual show is a vibrant tango
of light and colour and sound,


then Saturday's shrouded harbour show unfolded like a ballet scene
of grey tulle and satin ribbon.
The children sat hushed and serene,
content to stare at the sun's vanished reality,
at shadows of rain-speckled skin,
and be lulled by the tuktuktuktuk of the barge applause.



After our humble little journey had docked and I had shaken the poet juice off me,
we took refuge in a nearby mall until the rain had eased.

And then home again, to watch instead of dvd's,
our children curl up on the sofa each under a snuggly throw,
clutching a crisp, new purchase from Kinokuniya Books,
plate of vegemite sandwiches
and sliced watermelon balanced on their knees.

It was one of those weekends
that surprises you.
Like meeting someone you weren't quite sure about
and realising you had known them your whole life long.


MNM's  – (October 25, 2010 at 8:05 PM)  

Wow. Beauty in unexpected places. It sounds like Singapore continues to surprise you all. I hope she continues to unveil more treats with each passing day and week :-)

Sj  – (October 25, 2010 at 9:22 PM)  

cool outing you lot!
glad you are exploring and taking time to enjoy your surroundings. love reading all the adventures, always xx

RockWallaby  – (October 26, 2010 at 12:16 AM)  

Beautiful photos Amy.
I'm so enjoying getting to know your new home. Probably the closest I will ever get!
Fiona.

Kelly Sauer  – (October 26, 2010 at 2:25 AM)  

I simply loved this post, Amy... "one of those weekends that surprises you..." perfect.

Sarah  – (October 27, 2010 at 10:03 AM)  

Beautiful! I love your poetry and the photograph of the rain from the quayside. I spent a few memorable weeks in Singapore and love the mingling of cultures, architecture, old world and new. Definitely an inspiring place.

Cassandra Frear  – (October 27, 2010 at 12:09 PM)  

I just love your photos and your writing. It speaks to my soul. It sweeps me up and carries me halfway round the world to be there, right beside you.

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