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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