There's no such thing as an innocent day
but the important emptiness of time is still in the kitchen.
I'm thinking of tomorrow, how a newer day opens
but first grope's for coffee, last of the milk, say!
where’s time if the clock's dead, it's been eight fifteen for days.
I've written deliberately on scraps with a leaky pen
of actual golden days, old friends hoarded, forgotten.
I'm lazy as a drowsy cat watching lizards play
but a cavity within keeps insisting the catch
no matter, trains are late, traffic tuned to chaos.
To be not anxious nor irritable, checking a watch
everything says so much, stance, gesture, dress.
All this fire is from mutual heat and single matches.
It's this standing apart, watching, that’s curious.
Jill Jones
8 March Marrickville
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Jill Jones
Latest books:
Broken/Open. Available from Salt Publishing
http://www.saltpublishing.com/books/smp/1844710416.htm
Where the Sea Burns. Wagtail Series. Picaro Press
PO Box 853, Warners Bay, NSW, 2282. [log in to unmask]
Struggle and radiance: ten commentaries (Wild Honey Press)
http://www.wildhoneypress.com
web site: http://homepages.ihug.com.au/~jpjones
blog1: Ruby Street http://rubystreet.blogspot.com/
blog2: Latitudes http://itudes.blogspot.com/
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