At that time, Victoria was in the grip of a once in a lifetime drought, to the point where it was feared our capital city – Melbourne – was at risk of running out of water. Hard to believe at a time, today, when our water storages are high and water is again plentiful.
We used to go for walks with our dog – Leelu – daily in parkland over the road from where we lived, which ran along the banks of the Broken River and a lagoon system that adjoined it.
I found the situation of the drought and our daily observation of the lagoons compelling, as well as occasionally distressing, and soon found myself penning incessantly about what I saw or heard or experienced.
In the end, I had material equal to a chapbook plus, but felt I had no real direction available to me to use the material. The rains came, and we all wanted to look forward.
And yet …
This page introduces the collection Drought/Lagoon. Poem #1 follows, and I’ll connect #1 to #2 and so on. I hope you enjoy reading what is a grim reality of weather and water and consequences.
The first poem is: Lagoon #1