All week I have been reading Carolyn,
Her chapbook of twenty poems focused
on one anatomical feature — the ankle.
How could anyone do that? I wondered.
Breasts, yes, the penis, body parts
with a sexual agenda. But the ankle?
I read on. Carolyn fractured hers
recently in a fall so that provided the bones
of the material.
Wonderful, warm, poems,
inventive and insightful that trace her
journey towards wellness.
‘Zero Weight Bear’ with its zen-like title and
witty word-play. ‘Gravity Sucks’ runs a gamut
of emotions but ends like the collection itself
on an optimistic note.
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We came to a fork in the road.
Damn! Which way? Daz asked..
I don’t know, I said.
Never mind, he said. Hang on.
Daz wanted to hoon the car and revved up over a spoon drain.
We went flying over the slippery other side and jack-knifed
Into a guard barrier.
Damn! Said Daz. Damn!
That Green Day song about another fork in the road
playing in my head
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Still waters run deep, his mum said
What did she know?. He took the plunge anyway
Swept up in its flow.
Emerged twenty years later,
Three kids, a mortgage, wife in tow.
Was it worth it?
Hell, yeh. Wished he could have let her know.
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Where’s Uncle Midge? I asked
one sunny afternoon.
He’s off with the fairies again, aunty said
Then quickly changed the topic.
Off with the fairies? How did aunty know?
Did he leave a note saying he’d be back
By so and so a time?
It was hard to imagine Uncle frolicking with the fairies
if that is what
One does when one is ‘off with them’.
He seemed too weighty and substantial for that.
And anyway where was he off to?
Where does one go when one is ‘off with the fairies’?
I looked out the lounge room window out
To the backyard where uncle often used to wander
But there was nothing — only a pair
Of garden gnomes who seemed to be smiling
As if they had seen something.
Once it carried five
and two pets
towards a bright new future
but it was anything but
with a son who rocked
a daughter who kept throwing
and a younger afraid to put
her head out
in the storm
gathering hard above us
but the dove came back telling us
things had eased
a shaft of sunlight spotlighting
our position :
our son had found calm
the elder daughter steadfastness
the younger courage
now it’s just us
my wife and I ,
a pair as God
I take my beanie off to Job,
That Biblical figure who had
The patience of a glacier.
Me, I have the patience of a gnat.
I roller-derby my way through life
With predictable results.
Maybe it’s time I calmed my farm
trod quietly through each day,
Just me and my tip-toe heart.
I thought I’d sit down with it
Knock back a few beers
Chew the cud of all those years
But I couldn’t get into it
I couldn’t be bothered
I just wanted to get out
No tears, no recriminations,
Start a new life
Go on perhaps my last adventure
A modest one but still.
The blossoms were out
And so was I.
I wasn’t over the hill
When people down the track
Ask me, how was it?
I’ll say, read this poem.
This is how it was.