Who said committees were a waste of time?

...after all, following three pages of careful point-form, underlined notes on booking group meeting rooms and the slick new website, my very first work meeting gave me musing time to write these two poems.

Leaving at Morning (or) Cycling.

Headlong down the Gulf
Last port before Papua
(Cannibal tribes reign still -
From village to city.)

We pick up speed as the road
Winds down
Drops sheer cliff to sea
Steady wild, as it sweeps in

Ragged as our breath, the wind
Meeting
In the breaking dawn.

You & I
Under the sun.
By the sea.

(4/3/2009)

Himeji Castle - Execution

Suicide alley
Was an honour
Wandering ronin - warriors without a cause
Or a master
Left this world
By their own sword
Their own will.

A single stone stair leads down
The only way out is up and back
Dead end alley
Black bark trees
Etch skeletal
Against a sky, cloud grey

From the fortress, the city vista
Spread far as the eye can gaze
Men dreamed of this horizon
Of conquest and map lines
Of wars, wars, wars

Himeji on the hill
Rules cold.

(4/3/2009)

(c) Wenee Yap