Staring through the window I sit
nursing a mug of tea.
The swish of tyres after recent rain
and the squawks of parakeets
foraging in the flame tree
are background noise to my thoughts.
Thoughts of disbelief.
Thoughts of anger.
Colours mute as the sun descends.
Long shadows fall across the yard.
My phone beeps, more news.
I don’t look.
Enough bad news for one day.
‘Atrocities believed to have happened on Nauru.’
How can a government be so callous,
so lacking in compassion?
I don’t want news.
I want answers.
But I don’t get answers.
All we get are platitudes