I try to save
the lives of ants
and beetles and
butterflies; frogs and lizards
and turtles and birds;
and sheep and mice
and kangaroos,
when I can.
Oh and people
too, if needed.
Category: Bon mots
Moments in time
One moment
you’re secure in the
cocoon of youth:
no ailments, at home
in your body, watching
time pass so slowly,
seeing old people
as another species,
knowing you will
never change.
The next moment
you’re not.
I think not
Why would anyone
build a house
on top of a hill?
Well, yes, no
flooding, not much
frost, good drainage,
little fog. But, seriously,
does all that make up
for the constant wind?
Stayin’ alive
The older you
get the more
your focus shifts
from ambition
to survival
Nearly 24
My old dog
now sleeps
more than
23 hours a day.
Once upon a
time he didn’t.
Dark stranger
Every New Year’s
Eve, we say to
ourselves – “Well
I hope next year
is better than this
year”. But, as every
New Year’s Day
rolls through the door,
we realise it was
probably
a forlorn hope
Small consolation
No repressive
government can
last forever, no
matter how
unlikely its end
can seem. But
it does great
damage to people
and land while
it continues
Nowhere to run to
Killing hot
weather is on
its way here
after Xmas.
A giant wall
of hot air
like a tsunami
approaching
on land
I breathe, therefore I am
I am
breathing in,
breathing out,
like all the other
living creatures
sharing this planet
and this air.
But more,
that air has been
shared by all the creatures
who ever lived,
been refreshed by
all the plants
that ever grew,
since the beginning
of Earth time.
Each new breath
combines all the
old breaths of creatures,
and people, long gone.
Each breath is a kind
of immortality,
existing long after
each of us has
taken our last breath,
passed on to each of
us taking our
first breath
Life time
Approaching 74
and every ache,
every niggle, every
unexplained twitch
in the night,
presages doom and
a twinkle in an
undertaker’s eye.
Half way through 73
and sour memories
bubble up like methane
in Lake Baikal, erupt
randomly like black
mud in Rotorua, old
regrets seem once
again possible triumphs,
old grievances can
once again cut the psyche
like a knife.
Getting close to
my seventy third Xmas
and counting again
all the gifts I have
been given over
this amazingly long
time. Love, and
friendship, and
life itself.
