I’m very dry today (must get that seen to…!!) so have decided to descend to the poets’ equivalent of “sending in the night-watchman”. A list poem.
I have nothing to offer except my apologies.
*slinks off into a corner*
THINGS THAT KEEP ME GOING
Hearing my children screaming while they play wii
Starting a new book
Knowing that Woody Allen is, as I type, shooting another film
Wishing to live long enough to see Tony Abbott ousted.
Cooking another Greg Malouf dish
Waking up to the radio and fresh coffee
Not knowing what work I will be doing next week
All those half-finished knitting projects
The desire to learn how to use that over-locker one day
Joining in a hilarious thread on Facebook
Listening to my chickens cluck through the back door
Drinking with a girlfriend and laughing till we pee
Discovering that, at my age, I can still try a new sexual position
Eating a really good beef vindaloo
Watching the Wallabies stand-off against the Hukkah
Saying “hello” to my neighbours
Getting a random hug from someone else’s child
Singing along to old Dean Martin songs
Good, bad, hideous, joyful
Just that little bit more
To whatever it is
That put me here in the first place.