O God, thanks for the wonderful
life I'm leading without you.
We broke up with acrimony
but the problem wasn't us.
Self-appointed middlemen
complicated our relationship
– tap water/bottled water –
so let's slow clap them when
they profess to be you. Luckily
there’s usually something that
gives them away, like the ‘infallible’
bit trying to corner markets
by claiming sole agency.
You and me?
We'll be alright if we bump into
each other along a footpath or beach,
deep in some wilderness or cafe.
Now that nobody is blocking my view,
I can hardly tell us apart.
Allan Lake, originally from Saskatoon, Canada, has lived in Vancouver, Cape Breton, Ibiza, Tasmania, W. Australia and Melbourne. He has won Elwood Poetry Prize, Lost Tower Publications (UK) Competition and Melbourne Spoken Word Poetry Fest. His latest chapbook of poems, “My Photos of Sicily”, was published by Ginninderra Press. Such journals as The Hong Kong Review, Quadrant Mag, Cordite Poetry Rev, The American Writers Rev, Tokyo Poetry Journal, The Antigonish Rev, as well as New Philosopher and The Fabians Review have published his poems.
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