An ANZAC poem for Poetry Box

 

The dawn service

 

I am listening to the dawn

service on National Radio

in the dark. It feels like

I am right there.

 

The world is a puzzle of dark

and light because we have

peace and war, hungry and fed

greedy and giving, powerful and powerless

meanness and kindness.

 

The puzzle is hard.

 

I can hear our cats miaowing for breakfast.

Everything shines after the rain.

I picture the world is not broken.

I picture the world is a big heart.

 

Paula Green 25 April 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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