Robert Verdon, #61, anima mundi, memento mori

I can’t make time.

I am a cat, at the sea-saucer

Of old coast trips.

I am the current in the undersea cable

Past the point of no return

I am Sydney in the distance

Like a Mordor chimney

I am the Bridge first glimpsed

From the Parramatta Road

I am the sea first born,

Wild with grief.

My clouds over Queanbeyan

Are grander through glass.

Lean, efficient as Flanders crosses,

My years march back. My excuses

Are kicked away like sandcastles

By the horse on the hard beach.