Tranquility

As I kick the soft sand along the long, wide, dune-filled beach 

The surfboards flip in the crashing badu (waves)

I paddle out into the cool, dark badu (water)

The waves form faster, angrier, and higher until 

I'm on top of the bay 

I can see the sun hit the rocky walls of the caves

The waves soften and flatten off for a moment; peace is restored for a short minute

 Until the waves start to form again

The brown water creeps through the lake 

Turning almost ice-cold water into patches of lukewarm water

Sand bars ripple through the water

Fisherman's huts, caravans, and shops turn this lake into Burrill Lake

Mud yara (crabs) and marrah (fish) galore

Moona Moona is the place you need 

Kids, adults, teens

Yara (crab) holes and mangroves hurt your feet

There's even a shallow beach

One giant line to jump off the bridge

Oranges handed out during summer