The Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A. (John) Pockley 1912-1990
Wide deserts of my land reflect my brain
The life-lorn dingo's sadly haunting calls
This spot is sand and stunted mulga scrub
The pure achievement of the aging mind
In almost every place I make my camp
One perfect, windless, starlit, moonless night
Bright stars outined celestial city streets
My camel sways along in sullen grief
One afternoon near Lightning Ridge in May
A desert tends to clarify all thought
I am a man of wisdom and no god
When Eliot told about the gifts of age
The Olgas are Australia's heart and mind
The constellations arch across the sky
Most men who live in cities see few stars
November! And our gift returns again
No scale of size, or time, or distance holds
Indeed; I failed at everything I did
Sydney's Nor-Easter likes to sleep in late
Sonnets by S.C.N. (Simon) Pockley
Lamplit I work in the shoals of the night
Like a host who is waiting for his uninvited guest
This afternoon I'm taking my son for a Yarra walk
We've emptied trucks and trailers, unloaded groaning vans
Move in closer please, this device is locally made
We are loaded through a shute into this commuter flight
Wished away in a taxi reeking
This morning the council dumped big bins
There must be something wrong with me
Twenty thousand dawns
Naked in the Rain
My home this christmas
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