Entirely different and unexpected things (said Schoenberg)

Ali Jane Smith

 

once we’ve walked down the hill

comparing bum notes

and seen that kookaburra

I think of going to look at blue poles

or returning to the piano in the room

an enclosed breezeway

with overexposed beams and lovely light through stained glass

it’s not really a piano

I’ll dry the dishes while you noodle

a fresh tea towel is just the thing, and I thought of it

I’m happy in the guide hall too

with its old portrait of the young elizabeth II

dressed like a sylphide

it must be the tulle that, for me, associates

that image with fonteyn’s trembling thigh

I don’t ever want to sit in a waiting room

listening to breakfast tv audio

ever ever again but some things are not a choice

why do the things that stay with you stay with you

are they caught on just two or three hooks

tiny velcro burrs in thought and experience that collect

musics, fabrics, patterns, light

a piece of buttery foil sliding around a plate

the smell of marine grease

I’m back in the stained glass room, but only in my thoughts

and the foot of the stairs

is the other place that seems to lead

to good times or the cover of pink moon or a house

on a river I saw on tv or the rooms I know only as elusive thoughts

is the fun stuff only fun if you have to do the other stuff too?

I should wake up every morning so happy

what are we doing today

we’re doing this, whatever this is.

 

 

Ali Jane Smith is the author of a chapbook, Gala, published long, long ago by the Five Islands Press New Poets Program. Her poems have been published in literary journals, including Southerly, Cordite, Not Very Quiet, Australian Poetry Journal and Overland.

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