Posted in Before the Rain

If You’re Good

Belonging and not belonging
being part of a team. And not –
a wrong side of town scholarship
most times included – sometimes not.
Equal and separate
different and alike.
Perhaps in the new year
baptism into permanent staff
will wash “might not” from my being.

comes like waves
catching a big one,
I ask Bryan.
Oh – that reminds him
he’s been meaning to show me –
a letter …
signed by the Associate Director “ of something.” – no 4 apparently
“God knows what they all do up there.”
It is a response.

The Associate Director “ of whatever it is he does” – no 4
thinks the best thing,
would be to transfer me to permanent staff –
1 March next year, when probation ends.
Christmas is four weeks away,
four weeks after Christmas,annual holidays are over,
four weeks after, four weeks after Christmas –
I should get my present –
memo to self be extra careful. Don’t do anything dumb.




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.