Looking in windows; Over the hill
Looking in windows
age ten in a car
pre-dawn darkness
a rectangle of warmth
a woman serving breakfast
a frying pan in her hand –
that could be my life
but it’s in the suburbs
age twenty on a trip
needing directions
walk up to the house
a glassed-in verandah
children’s art on easels –
that could be my life
but it’s treeless
age thirty in the mountains
a hiker’s hut
a red brick fireplace
bright rugs on bare floorboards
bunk-beds and backpacks –
that could be my life
but there is no garden
never the mansions
never the cities
never with neighbours
always rural
always remote
always welcoming
but never mine
a woman at night time
out in the garden
surrounded by trees
a rectangle of warmth
floorboards and fireplace
children’s art on the doors –
this is my life
seen through the window
Over the hill
you’ll know it when it happens
not by the twinges in joints
and the other pre-death complaints
but the change in viewpoint
hot lusty babe of yesteryear
barracking for your football team
buff blokes with tight butts
now you bellow, ‘Way to go, son…’
strident feminist who despised the fraud
and unfreedom of femininity
you will find yourself smiling fondly
at girls in the latest fashions
career women childless by choice
who turned down any chance to hold a baby
your churlish ‘No thank you, they leak’
becomes ‘Oh, what a sweetie!’
and all the young toughs with tattoos
teens with peculiar piercings
Goths and Emos with eyes like raccoons
kids blocking bus aisles with school bags
now they are all lambs, pretty lambs
cute as buttons
when you’ve survived your own youth
and matured into mutton
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