Posted in Chutzpah


In the face of cameras and microphones
or even a Country Hall meeting
he seemed cumbersome, ponderous,
not so much lacking in style as passed by, lifestyle
a seal on land
but in parliament –
just like a seal in water, buoyant, graceful, deceptively fast
and a hunter.
All who joined his executive
were required on commencement to sign a letter,
a letter of resignation,

undated – he would add that later if needed.



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.