(After the Federal Election, fearing more welfare cuts)
Where to from here?
And how to proceed?
I do the things
I must and can
to make my wheels go round.
I fold the washing, notice
the dishes are getting
too high in the sink
and the bookshelf needs a dust.
Later this afternoon
I might go grab a swim
in the heated pool.
Doctor's orders, and for now
I can still get Pensioner discount.
Time to get out of
the dressing-gown,
the politics,
even the poems;
to clean my house
and care for the cat.
Time to oil the everyday wheels
and try not to worry about
the way the vehicle of state
keeps looking smaller,
frailer, more ramshackle.
Try not think that the people
who write the instructions
might have lost their grip
when testing the handle-bars.
I'm used to being frugal.
I still manage to donate
food every month to the homeless.
I don't say, ‘They’re not my concern.’
Wouldn't you think...
Possibly the subtitle and the last verse will be best understood by Australians, in the light of specific recent government policies and utterances.
See also
Linking to The Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
