On Circular Quay. Poem by Michael Walker

I limped from the station to the Opera House,
which juts out into the harbour and stands out
mainly because of its position and the contours
of its white roof, which is like sails.
Whether or not the Opera House is too much a show-off
each person might decide for himself on the spot.
Today the Opera House teemed with tourists
on the outside though not on the inside,
where I had once been to Bryan Adams' acoustic show.

I turned things around, walking better on Circular Quay
to the five wharves on the pier; on one wharf
a white cruise liner was berthed, taking a break.
I took photos of the Opera House further along
and saw some serious joggers on the Quay,
but I knew I could not join them today.


- 15 March,2019.