Poem: Progress Report

It was raining indoors when I woke today

to the heavy drops spattering my pillow.

While I drank my first coffee at ten,

a rainbow hung between the stove and fridge

and the dark clouds pulled back to the corners.

Through a thousand espresso mornings

I’ve waited for life to make sense,

heaping melted questions in every cup.

The objects piled around me

hold part of the answer, I’m sure,

but they keep it hidden as the rain returns.


(from “The God in the Box”, Agàpe Publications, 2003)


Poetry, poem, speculative poetry, science fiction poetry, Australian poetry, British poetry

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