The other day I was feeling nostalgic and old, which in my case, sometimes manifests a poem (or my attempt at a poem). To Carol and Griselda
I always feared the eucalyptus grove. But to get to castle rock, And brag to hesitant bones that our minds still had the power to rule our wretched bodies. And that time Mighty time, unforgiving time, had no harness we couldn’t break … We had to pass through the eucalyptus grove. Our walk till then, under open skies, With horizons both east and west As far as the mind could fathom Of the ocean and the mountains, The cows grazing in the fields And ships heading out to sea, The city below with all of it’s nooks and crannies exposed Deceived us into lazy thinking. And then, to toad-croak mating songs, we’d enter the grove Pelted by pods and petal-less flowers Twigs and eucalyptus dust from the murmuring and jiggering … Constant flapping of earth bound wings Trapped and endlessly wailing … Even on a calm day … Gum trees. Oh the smell! you would say and lapse into thinking You could win One more madcap challenge to the Outback, Just one more time with old Matilda Riding Black Just one more time, A skinny dip in the Indian Ocean after Days of sweat and dust. The boughs are cracking over head and we are drifting, I know not where … Then let’s run! Run through the eucalyptus grove. Something was always lost or stolen each time through that grove. Could you feel it? No, I couldn’t either. Not at the time. Then let’s run as fast as we can, through the eucalyptus grove.