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Propulsion Lethargy

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.

Stepping forward
Not looking back.

Hot Squash

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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.

Space to Move

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”

She explains

“I can!” he adds

We say goodbye

And they both look happier

Than they did when I first saw them

Australia!

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 Square

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

Pigeons wander
Pecking at fag butts
Hoping for treats
The mood is relaxed
Another day over
An evening begun