They don’t want to hear
About the roads I’ve travelled
Heard it all before they say
Then talk about themselves instead
I feel invisible as they talk over my head
Redundant, my achievements dismissed
But this is Now
And it’s their Now
Do I dismantle my ego
Sad about the dying of my light?
Or do I seek out another road
And re-imagine a new world
A new Now
A just-for-me Now
Renew acquaintance with birds and sky
Admire the leaves on giant eucalypts
A-glitter in the morning sun
Watch glorious sunsets among lavender clouds
Sit in the shade and write new poems
That burst with promise of a new light.
Anne Blair
Scarborough, WA
