Jill Dolphin

I like to ride a bicycle, but not very quickly. I savour the precision of every crank of the pedal. I nearly lost my life two years ago and find time well wasted in anything I do, no matter how trivial. A bicycle ride is a grand way to put sense and meaning in the ordinary. Poetry naturally evolves after 30 kilometres on the road.

Sunday in Britannia Park
published in December 2004
reprinted in the Bywords Quarterly Journal Volume 2 Number 4 (Winter 2004)