Wonderingwhythe sunrises? ByNeillGordon

There are days Dayswhenhe wonderswhythe sun rises

Does it? Dayswhenthe whole galaxy implodes

Themooneclipses the sun Dayswhenthat stuff— dark matter That physicists say makesup27% of the universe

But is never seen

Is seen Dayswhenhe resolves tomoveto a lifestyle block

Or soundproof the section

Toshield reality Fromthemnext door

Andit’s the umpteenth time AndHowmanytimes do I

Will you please do what you’ve been Andwe’vemovedonto Heavens to Murgatroyd

Into Holy Flippin Hell, and beyond Andit’s no use waiting til your father getshome

Because he ishome Andit’s amess Andthere are other days Whenhe cradles the earth In the crook of hisarm Juggles Mars and Venus Runs rings round Saturn Bakes a beautiful batch of Milky Waymuffins

Dayswheneverything movesto a graceful cosmic order Wheneveryword spoken is gentle Whenhe longs for a lapel mic Andoutdoor speakers

So the neighbours can eavesdrop Andweep

At the tenderness of his parenting Dayswhenyou ask

Really hard questions

Right out of the blue

But he knowsthe answer Andcan demonstrate it

With an orange, ahead of garlic and a balloon Dayswhenyou take ituponyourself Tocollect buttercups formum Whenwith you on his shoulders he really is ten feet tall

Whenthe crusts have been cut off The broccoli banished

The undies stay clean

He’s so delirious he sprinkles 100s and 1000s on top of your jam sandwich Adaywhen

There are no knots in the hair Nosnot

Nosulks

Burglars break in andvacuum Thepuppy pulls all the washing off the line

Andfolds it neatly Anearthquake lifts every toy off the boys’ bedroom floor and drops it in its allotted place Adaywhenhe has time Towrite this poem.