Notes About The Poem
From my book
East of Nowhere
out of eden
Murray Mist
Beneath the mist
current moves fish, ducks
the future ticks, taking them
whatever, to who knows where
but we are from beyond all that
beneath the mist
the originals swim, drown
not their sorrows, but die
bridge builders watch ducks
paddle upstream
joke about sperm
psychological
whales?
not up this far
beneath the mist
every morning I wake at the same time
but this time of year every morning is earlier
so I wake further up river all the time
beneath the mist I am up so early now
that I see myself pass by
the fish, ducks, the river of life
all flow before me - in an instant
beneath the mist
of the mighty Murray.
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