I wished I hadn't returned your two ice packs
When I realized my missing one
Was probably in your Esky.
'I'll be able to make do', I thought,
'I've still got one big one that lasts all night,
Two small blue ones,
And the softpack that stays hard
Beyond all expectations.'
Today will be the big test:
41degrees, they say.
Though surprisingly cool this time of day.
Perhaps I'll find that ice pack
Somewhere you put it that I wouldn't.
Like the colander
In the saucepan in that cupboard instead of
In the salad bowl in the frypan in this!
I'll say, 'O, there it is.'
I won't set out on an expedition to find it
Like I did with the 2012 Symphony program
Only to find it the second time I looked in the same spot.
The big one, the two blue ones,
And the softpack should be enough.
Plenty of thought patterns in this longer poem. You reach a good resolution at the end, after all the searching.
They should be indeed, and yet if we looked with a casual resignation, there could be no substance in the expectation of exentricity in the random doings of others, let alone ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful work.... thanks for sharing