Looking back through the archives yesterday I realised it was 4 years since my poem Heads in the clouds was published in the Australian Education Union Journal. Prior to that it was only the second poem of mine to be published in an anthology. (UNO, ed. Verian Thomas.) I still get a kick out of having work selected for a collection. It’s an affirmation that someone else appreciates something you’re trying to say and values the way it’s expressed. (Note that, apart from the oblique biblical reference, the school next-door to my State school is a catholic school, Emmaus, which always gets our weather a few seconds later!)
Heads in the clouds
( the road to Emmaus )
Children’s souls are sympathetic to the Elements..
A windy day
Like birds before a storm.
The wispy bank of clouds from the Gulf
blows across the Ranges
over the mortgaged houses..
The skylight frames
As the pushingshoving gaggle explodes into the room..
A five year old voice thrills.
Overhead Teutonic Window
Virtual Reality screen
They lie on wrigglingbacks and watch in wondering awe as trails of vapour dissipate against a square of blue in theceiling
While i improvise on Emin7 and Amin7 andcall it Music for Watching Clouds By.
The guitar finishes.
i join them on their backs on the carpet
watching the exhiliration of the Commonplace
through their unwearied eyes.