Around the Lake
Bushwalking around the
Lake
Was a myopic act –
Winding diversions
that went astray
Gnarly roots of gigantic
gums
Broken steps overrun
with scrub
Moss-green streams upon
the way,
You had to focus down on
the path
Every step forward,
Demanded fullest
attention
And I realised, Isn’t
it just like life?
Every day’s inertia of
duty,
Mortgages, obligation
No matter how blue the
skies
How green the Lake,
The oculus has to watch
down
And keep trudging, one
more step
The only way progress is
made,
Despite the way, all dusty
brown
Sometimes, the woods
open to vantage
But those are rare,
The real test is getting
back on the walk
Finishing the trail,
closure
And more than wallpapers,
realising
One has wizened on a
weary track…
1st February’
2026
Inspired
by thoughts that wafted as I bushwalked on the Lake Parramatta walk
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