The Desert of my Heart and Mind
Sonnets 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
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