This is my desk at home and where I am sitting now, working (although I am taking time for tea and to write this). Mostly because I have been wondering what it would be like to have a 'national wondering day' - the future idea of nostalgia that allows us to ask, 'I wonder if...' And then if we were only allowed to wonder one thing what would it be? Goodness, so many things, and how could you set up a hierarchy, a preference of one over the others - surely it would be like trying to capture sand in your hand. Most of it would slip away, back onto the beach. Such a task but I wonder... and collecting is like that too, what to keep, what to let go... I have been given a collection of poetry called, Australian Love Poems - 2013 and its such a varied and vibrant collection I would have to hesitate to recommend one, and then choosing what to read (and read again) is another dilemma. I am beset by such dilemma today (is it dilemma or dilemmas? dilemma I think, although the pluralising 's' has fallen into common usage...) see my dilemma, I can't even make up my own mind. But I am taken by this first line from Theodore Ell's poem, Alone - 'How small a word it takes to fill a whole night.' But I was just wondering quietly - 'don't you know, talking 'bout a revolution sounds like a whisper...'
