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Applause greeted the end of the presentation
warm applause,
impressed applause,
respectful applause.
For almost 90 minutes he held attention captive with
presentation and Q& A
smooth, fluid speaking
nuauced, thoughtful answers.

Environmental integrity and ecological commitment
not so much coated in, as impregnated.

In the mid-1980s I watched
with a blend of outrage and marvel
pre-Greenpeace old inorganic material –
transformers, truck bodies, refrigerators
were placed on the McMurdo Sound’s frozen waters
dissolving from view with the dissolving ice.

The speaker had been a senior manager
no mention of the then environmental vandalism
an eco-warrior now.



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.