One Year with Emu Boy
I had a dream that I was wondering
Far and long- It took me
Through cityscapes and seaside towns,
Vineyards drunk and orchard grounds.
I took the train and bus and trained to walk,
Yet this distance amounts to not
One year with emu boy.
“Pardon me!” I said, to a rushing folk,
What might be the rush?
Where are you going, why all the fuss?
“Why to finish the day, and then my life will start,
My hours do not matter now, only the minutes late I trust.”
Why funny, it is I've always known
My moments seem to last
Not one minute or an hour
Or captured in a snap shot grin
But more a linking scene of laughter
In myOne year with Emu Boy
When I woke up tired and flushed,
From all the dreaming all alone,
Emu Boy entered and kissed and smiled and said.
“ Why you look exhausted, what have you been doing so,
Not wandering like you used to, all alone?”
“No in wondering I had you, I had you all along.
PerfectYear it has been, Emu boy, perfect has it not?”
“ one year?” He said astonished-
“Oh you mean in human terms…”
“ How our emu time is measured, ____________________”