crayons
the child
sees a god
in each
colour
a pantheon
to circumscribe
the world
crayons are
instruments
of creation
every drawing
a private
moment of
devotion
data
we construct
it from
parts after
our version
often missing
the laughter
painting it
starker or
darker our
memories
not letting
the light
dance upon
the data
li po
a poem
in that
how poets
will think
drinking in
becoming
intoxicated
with what
passes by
li po
we know
tomorrow
there’ll be
a hangover
geometry
doesn’t have
to square
winds up
a circle
don’t get
caught up
in triangles
no end
to them
geometry
of existence
won’t be
taught in
schools
zero
where we
live through
and come
back to
the sum
of what
we give
and take
an absolute
that has
no meaning
to absorb
and absolve
everything
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. Earlier this year his first book of poetry ‘notes to self’ was released by ComPress. He lives in Brisbane when not travelling.
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