Back when I could write….

A poem from back when I could write. Written late 2002 just after settling into Sydney. I think it applies as much today as it did then.



It’s the first thing you see,
In history, in Life, in Love
And all George Bush’s rage.

Two verses, four words, sixteen paragraphs.
A voice on paper. Two voices to a page.
This page, your world – A library.

Take a pen and lift the bar
A vowel, a verb or a keystroke in time.
Weapons as wit or solace in sympathy.

Not every novel has a plot,
Everyone’s a star in the library of life.

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