{"id":35,"date":"2008-03-04T16:45:42","date_gmt":"2008-03-04T05:45:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=35"},"modified":"2008-03-04T17:46:43","modified_gmt":"2008-03-04T06:46:43","slug":"head-still-in-the-clouds-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=35","title":{"rendered":"head still in the clouds"},"content":{"rendered":"

Looking back through the archives yesterday I realised it was 4 years since my poem Heads in the clouds<\/span> 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<\/a>,\u00a0ed. 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!)<\/p>\n

Heads in the clouds<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

( the road to Emmaus<\/span><\/em><\/span> )<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Children\u2019s souls are sympathetic to the Elements..<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A windy day<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>fractious, hyperactive<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>niggly.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>Like birds before a storm.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

After lunch<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>The wispy bank of clouds from the Gulf<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>blows across the Ranges<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>over the mortgaged houses..<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The skylight frames <\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>a corner<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>of sky.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As the pushingshoving gaggle explodes into the room..<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

LOOK! <\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>A five year old voice thrills.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Smokelike, wispingtrails<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Overhead Teutonic Window<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>Wind\u2019s eye<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>Virtual Reality screen<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

They lie on wrigglingbacks and watch in wondering awe as trails of vapour<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>dissipate against a square of blue in theceiling<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>While i improvise on Emin7 and Amin7 andcall it<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>Music for Watching<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Clouds By.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The guitar finishes.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Silence.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Infants mesmerised.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Becalmed.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

i join them on their backs on the carpet<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>watching the exhiliration of the Commonplace<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>through their unwearied eyes.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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