Tuesday, December 10, 2013

the advent donkey waits

Outside a disused church building,
In the noon day heat,
In outback Australia,
the donkey waits.

Nearby, Joseph sips a coldie
yarning with the innkeeper,
Channel 9 blarring,
another slow cricket crucifixion.

Across the street, Mary serves at the local cafe
collecting sandwich scripts
clearing the crumbs
left over, from passing tourists

Three kings
with tales of shiny stars
arising from the Eastern States
slowly emerge from the hovering haze

A languid fly
drooping with heat
to wait, another outback Advent

Posted by steve at 08:02 AM


  1. Lovely poem Steve, when I lived at Hermannsburg, there used to be donkeys wandering around sometimes, because of the cross on their backs the people felt they were special animals.

    Comment by Jenny Brisbane — December 11, 2013 @ 10:23 pm

  2. Jerusalem donkeys? But we’re mixing liturgical seasons, with crosses at Advent 🙂


    Comment by Steve — December 12, 2013 @ 7:32 am

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