there were two sunrises this morning
one in Canberra
red as the sunset
the brown dog bounding out
to see the Gomeroi woman pointing
her camera at the sky
in Mayfield
rising from my bed
in the hospital gown that everyone
mistakes for a dress
I stop to untie the vice from a Chinese spoon
glued to the wood pallet overnight
imagining it gathering
another thing another thing
another thing
to the future
this is how we live dragging ourselves
on strings on strings of things
on things of hope on acts
on sunrises places of friends
on knowing
that somewhere else
a dog is romping a woman says
what is your sky like this morning
I say
there's a mackerel cloud
ReplyDeleteI love this poem
the strings of things
that lead from
and to and away
Yes, the strings of things and spoons and and sky and cloud!
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