I was... I have become...

I come from a Sydney time when
a clothes line strung between posts
became a rotary line
when a cane wash basket
became a plastic one

I come from the necessity of a small chicken run and a veggie patch
fruit trees and
shrubs for shade

I come from the value of a big back yard
a grass one
room for playing

I come from the joy of spending time with my quiet father at weekends
just walking
together
in bushland
and sharing
wild wonders

I come from the pain of losing my father when I was only 12



I come from heady study days balancing uni and work
with no parental safety net
(my mother lived for my brother, her garden and her dogs)


I come from the struggle of turning shyness into social awareness
I come from confusion and loneliness


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I am from new beginnings

I am from heartbreak and 
desperate Tai Chi in Tasmania and 
a sudden scrappy life in Melbourne

but
I am now from peninsula worlds
where mountain and sea are my friends


I am from
my camera
seeking the beauty in small things

I am from
a dream
to teach
and live that dream


I am from
the voice
the soul
within

my poetry



Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Where Do I Come From