My Journey

My journey isn’t a long one.

It doesn’t take me to other countries, other times,

Except in my head.

Using my ‘pensioner gold card’ I board the train.

Travelling from the south coast of New South Wales

To the city of Sydney, I read whatever my current ‘read’ is.

At the moment it’s Stephen King’s ‘Danse Macabre.’

Reflecting on old horror films I imagine the Sydney Opera House

Covered in slime.

Those shell-like structures defaced by gruesome giant snails.

A mollusc-like monument.

What a story that could be – maybe I’ll write it – one day.