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.

Courage
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.

 

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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.