this wind

Written by Cathoel Jorss, published 10 years ago

Brisbane is in the grip of its Spring gales and of a morning I wake up to a back deck strewn with leaves and towels blown off the line. Yesterday sharp seed pods rained down on my head as I crossed the street. Posted out another 20 poetry books yesterday and I had the feeling if I just held them up high on a hilltop and then released them, they would fly off in all directions like rain-beaten pigeons, saving the postage.

A hippie friend used to warn me never to try to conduct difficult conversations when it’s windy: “Too much friction.” This same person always intoned one must beware of anger because “think about it, that’s just Danger without the D.” But as songwriters point out, “Take the L out of Llama, and it’s… Lama.” I shall try agreeing with everybody about everything because: new experiences are broadening.