Up For Grabs

April 17, 2017

 

 

Morning Walk

 

I went out into the world

with a world draped around

 

my shoulders. Dark

misshapen, crooked

 

and monstrous. Full of wars

and rumours of wars.

 

I came back with a world

in my pocket.

 

Ready to tee off

the day.

 

About the size of a new

shiny golf ball

 

without

the dimples.

 

 

Jeff Guess                              page 9

 

Up for Grabs

 

At exactly 6.42am

every morning

 

I collide smoothly

with the Gawler to Adelaide train

 

as it slides just beneath my feet

on Railway Bridge

 

but we are such opposites

the train so pedestrian

 

and predictable

knows its own lights and stations

 

an unchanging timetable

whereas my steps from here

 

are capricious and impulsive

I make my own beginnings and endings.

 

Jeff Guess                              page 10

 

Hope

 

This morning

the kookaburras

 

are taking over the morning

their beaky laughter

 

an antidote

to this dry hot morning

 

their birdsong

a long chuckle

 

of intransitive verbs

hitting on the noun

 

for something

some have given up hope for

 

cold dark mornings

with rain on the glass.

 

 

Jeff Guess                              page 80

 

©Jeff Guess 2017

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