Posted in Before the Rain

Pay Day

Apart from unprompted, unrelated statements
“I don’t like strawberries.”
 ….. “my wife prefers to drive the Ford.”
Kevin was good to work with.

Plodding and patient
beige overalls pillowed by midlife
face creased with perma smile –
teddy bear always came to mind.
A welder in a past life,
no formal training as a science technician,
“ but there you go ”
The director had a few acres
rumour claimed his water supply was curtesy of Kevin.
It may not have been true
but ….
it was that kind of town.

Mission statement
to assist development of new crops beneficial to the region.

Bulbs for export –
can it work?
It’s up to us.
Three days per week, for several weeks, I assist him.
One break time
he brings his tea to where I am sitting.
No preamble
“ it looks like the bulbs are a goer.”
No summary. Only conclusion
“ have to find something else to do now.”

Real-life success.
I pedal home feeling 19 foot tall.



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.