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Meditations of a solitary walker

 

Meditations of a solitary walker

(After JJ Rousseau)

 

Following on from Coleridge & Wordsworth

I walk

They were tailed by a government agent who called them “the Frenchies”

In that they’d been in France for the Revolution

Not knowing that they’d abandoned politics for poetry

Why would we have a revolution now?

We could barely be anymore alienated from one another

As Orwell pointed out

The Political model in a country must reflect the National character 

& Australians are wary of zealots

The job of the poet is a slow one

Building up a developing People in reflection

As Whitman did for the Americans

Today I said “G’day mate”

To a guy emerging from his home & onto the street I was walking along

He replied “I like your hat”

My XXXX beer cap

When walking my brain chemistry settles

& I find life very possible

Had a great chat with the owner of my favourite Japanese café in Brunswick

I say “g’day champ” to people on the street

& people like it

Regardless the cultural background

One never knows how close to despair another might be

 

Yunno people are quite nice one on one

Never forget that

When you get bogged down in the media’s doom & gloom

People are much like you

& there’s a light glowing inside them

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

 

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