Kapiti CoastWe start to sink our roots down in to the area we now call home even as the earth goes through its own upheavals as if to uproot us and wash us away. The photograph is from on the Kapiti Coast.

 

 

 

 

 


morning clouds
all the saints a-spring
with the sun
a grave soul –
memory garlanded
with marigolds
i.m. Carlos Colón

empty nest . . .
one day I too will leave
my absence here
web-walking
a spider and I
get up to speed
the call to
a celibate life
morning election
days of rain
the finality
of dreams
all at sea
aground still under
my feet
never before
the breath that leaves me
since it sprung
nature nature . . .
earth quakes open
to the rain
about face
the supermoontide
crosses the line