Home-grown Utopia
Morning glory
as our windows
slant to take the sun.
So I reflect,
coming home
from Kate’s at five,
a cat sees a mouse
as many people
see a ham sandwich.
We cannot ‘address’
Horror and Holocaust, the best art
is to prevent its occurrence.
The kangaroos of dry Mt Ainslie
have left their homeless neighbours
and are once more on the lawn,
so I, again, awaking, say hello
and turn to home-grown utopia
— the real destination,
adding more life
than Coke (even Peruvian)
ever could.
- Robert Verdon 2018
Robert Verdon lives in Canberra and divides his attention between writing, academic work, and gardening. He is about to submit his PhD in poetry composition to the University of Canberra. Once he was a member of the scurrilous and numinous Aberrant Genotype Press. As well as many publications and the odd prize over the years, he has a large horde of unpublished poetry.
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