The ants don’t seem to notice
They continue in their industrious many-legged strides
Heading to solemn purpose
Across dusty paving stone, sun-scorched lawn and Biro-flecked page.
My aim is clearer:
To recover and renew
To discover comforting patterns in the void
To rework the threads currently hanging loose about mind and body.
Not looking back.
Hot squash always helps
Or perhaps cordial would be ideal
For a day looking out the window
Why are there no painkillers in the rainforest?
Because the Parrots Eat ’em All
No they don’t
They just fly away and chatter in colour
Why has the common cold not been cured yet?
Blame the wrestling master called Big Pharma
I remember Tunes and Lockets and that nice tasting
Cough mixture that made you feel slightly sozzled
Ruminate, meditate or detoxicate
Ambient chill music and tea
The future looks a little clearer
I can see it in the mirror
More hot squash needed, it says.
Older lady in some agitation
Halfway inside the doorway
And halfway on the street
She beckons for help with one hand
The other keeping tight hold of a man incapacitated
She is telling him off for being difficult
He was refusing to get into his wheelchair
She instructs me to hold his arm
While we position the chair
Eventually he angles himself in slowly, securely
“He thinks he can walk more than he can”
“I can!” he adds
We say goodbye
And they both look happier
Than they did when I first saw them
As of nearly 2 weeks ago, I am a resident of Sydney, Australia. There is a lot to write about and explore, but for now, here is the first of many responses to this new life…
From over and out to under and around, the day seemed clear enough
We’d pack all our things and depart on the wings
And go from there to here.
Australia chimes through as melody
A loud enough blast of intensity and colour
The shine directed with no hidden extras
Everything in shot and strictly in focus.
The smell of the lotion mixes with the sea spray
The early morning birdcall sounds out an age-old greeting :
The sun, the sun – the giver of life!
Soho people meet and greet
The Square a hub and a hive
Alive with chat about the day
And plans for the night
Laughter and study
Smoking and snacks
Punctuated by stray
Table Tennis balls
Flying at random
Whenever a player
Misses the point
Pecking at fag butts
Hoping for treats
The mood is relaxed
Another day over
An evening begun