Australia
One woman was singing a Yugoslavian song
at a hostel
while I smell some pot smoke coming
into the window from outside
The buildings were all painted white and blue with pink tones
the new settlers in the 1800s have built their homes
on the outskirts of Sydney the port city of
New South Wales
The Yugoslavian song was so foreign and exotic in my ears
and the melody is soaking in my heart
while I wondered who is the person smoking pot
at that early hour of the morning
That day I went out to the Sydney port
to see where the new settlers might have first docked
their ships
where the English criminals were shipped to be
only imprisoned
the first ancestors of the Ausies
'Goo'day, mate! '
They say hi to me this way
'Hello, Love! '
Some women say this to me
just to say hi to me
'What do you want, Love? '
at the cafeteria a woman around 50 something
asks me to order the famous fish 'n' chips
and she calls me 'Love'
hehe
so strange to hear different tone of
the same language in different locations
Those blue and pink-white tone of house paintings
gave me an awe to remember the olden days
of Australia
some 1700s or some 1800s
those new settlers might have brought those
paint materials in their ships
While I walk through the port streets
I see the bridge lifted up
for the passing ship to cross the way safe
Is there any one a lady or a young girl
watching this scene from her apartment
near the harbor where she can have a drink
or a cup of coffee and watch this ship
pass the bridge
perhaps her lover on his way to meet her
perhaps her notebook is filled with
first drafts of the letter to send to him
Maybe they are engaged
or maybe they are just friends who
haven't yet confessed their love for
one another waiting for the right time
to come so they could be lovers
and consummate their feelings
or maybe she is a solitude itself
without any need of a companion
Anyhow the ship passed the bridge safely and
the bridge comes down again as it was
This friend of mine asks me to go to
one of his acquaintances to sell some pot
to visit the person he needs to bring some
amount of pot with him
not knowing what he was doing with the people
he was visiting
I followed him and he entered in one of the
apartments where a bunch of young people
sat around in the living room
I take one of the sofas there
and wait till this friend finish his assignment
to sell pot to them
The people kept looking at me
wondering where I might have come from
curious of my origin
they all looked English
Ah, the English couple I stayed at the
same hostel were spending their honeymoon
there and I shared the same room with them
though I was in upper room
them down the room
such a beautiful young couple
never made any sound while I knew
they made love down there
only a little sigh
the nuptial bliss I could feel
though I never heard any sound
from down there
Invited me to go to pub with them
at the table the groom put his bride
on his lap
not being embarrassed by it nor
ashamed by it
I staring at them was so pleased by the sight
of their beauty and their love for one another
The pub was quite quiet and not many people
around just the couple and I
three all in bliss I looking at the couple with
joy and happiness for them
them in nuptial pleasure
such was the days in down under
Anyhow the friend who finished his business
selling pot to the people in that apartment
was leaving and I with him didn't know
that is what he was doing
while I answer people's questions
silent moment
and still very strange....
They smoke pots and they buy them from this fellow
who escorted me out of that apartment
Anyhow where is the smell of pot coming from
at this early morning hours
the woman who was singing the Yugoslavian song
stopped her singing and minded her
laundry and there came about numerous
pieces of clothes on the clothe line
in the parlor where the smoke was spreading
like the evening twilight
I loved that song
a love song it might have been,
or a farewell song it might have been?
You never know.
After looking around the Sydney harbor
on foot all by myself
I go back in time of Captain Cook
first arriving at the port
meeting the natives and
settling down in new found land
Harsh sun light shines in winter season
when we have to celebrate a very hot
Christmas day
boys from different churches gather
to sing carols for the needy individuals
who came to the church for the holiday
their clear voices rang in the air of hot
winter of the southern hemisphere
down under
Australia.
5: 16 PM
(November 28,2012) Korea-Japan Time
poem by Sangnam Nam
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