Swept down the footpath
like McDonalds’ wrappings
the Adelaide-igentsia blows in.
A bit crumpled –
it’s Friday after all.
We’ve all come tonight…
The upright and responsible,
With the week on their faces –
Old weight on Armani shoulders.
The ancient and crippled
With cane and accomplice
For Bethsaida’s plunge.
The young and aspiring,
loaded up with things to do
and someone to be.
The bored and ignored
stuck deep in the having
and having been.
We all shuffle and crank ourselves
into slots and corners
to hear honey sweet music.
And it comes.
It flows and smooths
like the great trickle that spills
until its mountain stream
slows to the plains
and delta fruitfulness.
We are composed.
Sharonne Price 2011