the
old people
nowhere
is
somewhere
to
those who
call
it home
their
dreaming
lines
criss-cross
this
continent
the
things we
cannot
see
they
call
divine
for
tens
of
millennia
they
listen
to
the land
while sheep bleat
when
climate change
drove
the huns off
the
steppe
the
romans were
defeated
on
the
plains of thrace
and
tribes poured in
to
the empire’s
western
provinces
persia
and rome
formed
an alliance
and
built a wall
over
a hundred miles
long
between the caspian
and
black seas
with
thirty forts
and
a canal fifteen
feet
deep
but
gaul fell
and
the visigoths
sacked
rome
saint
jerome
in
jerusalem wrote
with
disbelief
the
city that
had
conquered
the
whole
world
had
itself
been
conquered
new
day
(1)
the
going
back
is
where
we
learn
to
begin
again
as
we wake
to
each day’s
blank
page
and
write
our
journey
with
this
courage
we
have
inherited
(2)
blessings
count
them
sent
to
make
us
quiver
timing
is
an
art
one
part
attitude
but
mostly
fortune
when
we’re
feeling
brave
walt whitman
the
spartan
wants
to
declutter
cleanse
the
body
the
monk
cherishes
the
books
and
wine
dichotomy
wars
within
us
we
entertain
multitudes
Terry Wheeler - After
graduating from law school in the late 1980s Terry worked in the Australian
public service for decades. He was inspired to write after seeing Michael
Dransfield poems in The Australian newspaper when a teenager. Terry has been
published in Australia and abroad since retiring. He lives in Brisbane when not
travelling.
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