© 1997  

1

History sometimes repeats itself

Antarctica floats across the water in crystal sharpness
Which must be experienced to be properly described

A town house along the jetty
In a town that isn’t there

Snow, that white, chilly fluff that coats everything
In a splendorous brilliance of dazzling light

And a town back further, east towards the sun
A cable car up to that grey northern headland

And seas water so cold
That even the sea dwellers don’t swim

In a dream the image sets
Into a single image of recognition.

2

I want to rule the World

There is no such thing as a born leader
You must be taught how to lead

Some lead
Others follow

Some follow
The rest follow

There are no such thing as born leaders or born followers
Only sheep running across the road in front of a car.

3

I will always love you

Night approaches from the same direction as day
Sweeping across the flowing fields of sweet white flowers

A gentle, almost quaint, vague whisper
Tells the land to grow quiet and sleep

Way up high, too far away to reach
Little lights are so dim and obscured by clouds.

4

Amongst friends

On a distant hill, around a green valley
In a little red-roofed house, is a tree

Year after year little orange things grow
Then each, one by one, fall to the ground

Year by year the tree is hungrily poisoned
By the seeds which the orange fruits contain.

5

Dust to dust

A forest is slain in order to die gracefully
Into the same, sane ground.