Usually

Usually I do not struggle to write poetry,
but today is Thursday.
Even before the garbage truck’s creak
jars me awake, I lie deep in thought.

Thoughts have a way with poetry
that overshadows feelings any day
& while rain muddies Old Seventy Creek,
new loneliness & angst overtake
me & my feelings becomes a sinking yacht.

Written today after receiving my final issue of the
Australia Times Poetry Magazine. I have been a contributing editor
for a year. It was an excellent publication. I am saddened that it ceased publication.

Rudy Thomas