It’s been a while since cups
have done anything
but remain upright in their saucers
and even longer
since the ceiling sagged ominously
with the weight of water,
signalling a ruptured pipe.
I cannot remember
when last a table unexpectedly
lost a leg or how long ago
a passing delivery truck,
laden with an assortment
of fruit or scrap metal,
crashed through my living room wall.
Indeed, much of yesterday’s sway
is repeated in the gentle sway of today –
the cat is curled up
like an old Russian hat left lying on the bed,
the view from my window
has tilted neither sharply to the left
nor to the right, and the wall clock
that has watched over our family for years
remains firmly fixed
at ten minutes past seven.
From: McGregor Poetry Anthology 2013
Published by African Sun Press in association with the McGregor Poetry Festival
ISBN number 978-0-620-62302-5
The Poet:
Graham Dukas lives and works in Cape Town. He divides his time between business management and strategy consulting, executive coaching and as a part-time teaching assistant at UCT’s School of Architecture. He started writing at a young age but lost his way as the demands of parenting and earning a living took over as priorities. In recent years he has returned to the pen, inspired by the simple experiences of this peculiar thing called life.
The Poet:
Graham Dukas lives and works in Cape Town. He divides his time between business management and strategy consulting, executive coaching and as a part-time teaching assistant at UCT’s School of Architecture. He started writing at a young age but lost his way as the demands of parenting and earning a living took over as priorities. In recent years he has returned to the pen, inspired by the simple experiences of this peculiar thing called life.
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