Over another Hump

Monday, March 26, 2007


Okay, tried to get this below the second para but the program has a mind of it's own. This is our favourite home away from home when we stay in Townsville. The reflection in the window shows you why. Now, I wonder what I did with that t-shirt...

Since this site has changed I have had trouble posting anything. Funnily enough whatever was wrong has cleared itself. (Touch Wood!)

This year I have decided to concentrate on my memoirs. The time is flowing by so quickly that I don't know when I will ever get everything done. Can but try ;-)

I wrote the following poem a year ago. I must have had a premonition of things to come. Shortly after this I was called in to the hospital to have a cancer removed from my breast. Fortunately it was small and things are now all clear.

After a Trip to Town.

Sleepless in bed
images clicked behind my lids:
five white cockatoos
perched on silvered remains of a gum,
like magnets on a fridge;
a cyclist, helmet intact,
sweaty sinuous legs automated;
egrets directing traffic
at pony club;
a rubble of cattle piled at a gate,
the sign above my bed -
‘No solids after 4 pm.’

Black cockatoos perched on the dead gum
when I travelled home.