Watch me live, it's better than reality tv 27/4/16
I remember that New Year
on a rooftop in Newtown
and I wondered about you.
Where were you
when you weren't in my heart?
From the hang-glider's launch pad
in Mount Kiera,
looking out over Wollongong and out to sea.
So many homes and lives
in the shadow of the mountain
I felt omnipotent.
But I could not find you down there,
I could not pick you out from all the other ants
living their unpoetic lives.
...and then there was the South Island
and Nisha and I were driving a rental
on a highway that I can't remember
but we were alone
and I felt wild and rugged
like an explorer
and the country was mine
and I owned the road.
All the stories I never told you
are welling up inside me
and begging, clamouring to be released,
like a flock of geese at a gate,
they are noisy and eager
Each one is set on freedom,
each one is its own life,
a remnant of who I was,
an inkling of who I have become.
And you, you sit there with your Queen's eyes
just dying to dive into my past
and morph into a story
that I will tell with passion
to nobody who will listen
and any ear that will hear it
and no heart will understand it.
Yet you will be there sitting in my heart,
watching my life with your regal stare,
using my eyes as windows.