At the moment I am reading Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass and Selected Poems and Prose’ that I borrowed from the Geelong Library, and after reading only 60 pages, I am aready amazed enough to go ahead and purchase a copy for my bookshelf, and his writings motivated me to write the below poem today…


Invisible Why and When
In the midst of my life
I am still using her carving knife
Between here and there
I am still climbing through the air
Between blank lines and my velvet pen
I am still writing about invisible why and when
Between whom I hear and what I see
I am still searching for the olive tree
Between her star and the dark side of the moon
I can still reach the man with a silver spoon
Between her broken mirror and my empty glass
I can still feel the universe in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021





